I love you,
I mean, I really love you,
I love all of you.
You’ve pulled them all – me too.
In your Nike Frees,
Or tearing away in your recently purchased and ill advised Vibram FiveFingers, I love you too.
Hot, I adore your enthusiasm.
Even the odd puppy, you all look great to me.
You’ve been accompanied by Bon Jovi,
Abba and even
The Chemical Brothers,
You’ve listened to podcasts,
Read training plans,
Wandered aimlessly around Sports Direct,
Finally found Sweatshop,
Bought lots of stuff
Even gotten up early on a Sunday just to go and do some distance, I salute you.
I remember your sweat,
Some days I can smell it we’re so close
I look at your courage,
And I see myself training for my first marathon 3 years ago.
I love you.
And you’re going to make it.
But I can’t wait until the London Marathon is over and you all decide to get the hell off my streets because I’m running and you’re in my way.
I’m only kidding runners, the London Marathon is upcoming and I’m jealous you’re all running it and I’m not (didn’t get in again) but you’ll have a great time and as your training is coming to its conclusion you’re doing brilliantly and it’s inspiring seeing you all out there. Good luck in the last few weeks and remember it’s only a race.