To anyone brave enough to have undertaken a marathon today…
May your sunburn turn to an excellent tan and not peel.
May you be happy with your time despite the heat.
May your blisters be not too bad.
May your chub rub or bit where a piece of clothing chafed you heal quickly.
May your race photos show you to be the athlete that you know you are so that you can use one as your profile picture.
Tomorrow, let your legs not give way when you try and force them to walk downstairs.
May you not put half a stone on in the coming week because you eat all the pies and have a week off the Running.
May your toenails not fall off when you’re due to go on your holidays in June.
If you ran for to raise money for charity, may you reach your target.
If you ran in fancy dress, may it not smell too bad and the dry cleaners be understanding.
If you ran 26.2 miles today, you are fucking epic. You are a legend. Now having made sure that you are rehydrated, get yourself a fucking massive drink. You deserve it. And that’s to you Mo too!
Chin chin, up yer bum.