medal of honour

Well after seeing girl from the city posted it brought all the good memories flooding back from the London Marathon a few weeks back.... or maybe it was just the hot weather this morning when I went for the first jog since I ran the marathon!

When I see the medal I get a sense of satisfaction, pride and honour that I was choose to run this, and that I have the ability to run, especially as I was running for a recently spinally injured friend.

It hurt, it burnt, but for some reason all these sort of memories seem to fade away and I am left with a desire to entre again next year...