Sunday Marathon Session

This last Sunday it was the London Marathon; which always makes me cry. Every year we go and watch it and we are standing by the 7 mile mark. The reason I cry I think is that I’m so impressed with the effort of the runners. Not so much on the day it self (that is impressive in itself), but for the effort they have put in before hand. The long lonesome runs, the muscle pain and the blisters; it all comes to a head on this one day in April.

I have wanted to run a marathon for the last 10 years, but have not gotten around to sorting it out, and now after the extensive hip surgery I’ve had I probably never will be able to. This is a small life lesson for me, if you want to do something, do it know as you never know when someone will remove all the soft tissue in your joint (or life) so that you can’t anymore.

My friend ran it this weekend, and he ran it for me. I was so happy seeing him and seeing that. It made me cry worse then normal. Luckily I was wearing my new Winged Zebra striped sunglasses that cover most of my face.

So the above picture is of Fred running the Marathon.