Marathon Envy and Doing your own Thing
It's London Marathon day and there's no escaping the social media posts and beaming photographs of triumphant people. They are awesome, every single one of them. I still can't imagine ever getting to the point where I start a marathon, let alone finish one. Each year I feel a bit of envy alongside sheer bloody relief that I'm not the one waiting nervously in a pen for an hour, desperate for the off and not the one who has to walk back to the tube station afterwards on wrecked legs. The trouble with the London Marathon is that, even though I don't particularly want to run it (or any marathon come to that) it makes me compare myself to those who have done it and question whether I'm less of a runner than they are. I know that's stupid. We all know that a runner is someone who runs, regardless of distance. One thing that watching the London Marathon does do is emphasize that unless you're a world record holder, there's always gong to be someone fa...