Lend a helping hand, no matter the cost.
Having run the London marathon in 2000 and something, I now take pleasure in watching it from the comfort of my bed on a Sunday morning in April, whilst eating croissants and drinking strong coffee. I remember it vividly. I ran in memory of my mum who died from cancer and myself and my husband Neil trained for 6 months and ran the 26.2 miles together. At around mile 20, I hit the dreaded wall. It was one of the hottest London marathons on record. I wanted to give up, crawl to