Anyone who has read this blog over the years will be aware of my annual struggle to get into London, dropping my ballot entry in every April and then inevitably getting the dreaded SORRY! magazine in the post six months later, dashing my hopes and dreams for another year. But, finally, this year, I’m in. I’m there. They couldn’t stop me forever.
We run the same races, we get different results.
None of the four races in my autumn running calendar should have been anything beyond the unexpected. Or so I thought, until I actually ran them.