Wake Up and Smell the Deep Heat: It’s the London Marathon

I’ve put down some words of advice for nervous London Marathon runners. It’s so indispensable it will probably be read out over a loudspeaker on the start line on Sunday. Regular readers will recognize it as a amalgamated revival of some posts I wrote a year ago. I would say about 50% of the text is new so you may just want to read every other word. Here it is.

Still haven't found Wally.

Emmanuel Mutai: The Vomit Comet

Fawning congratulations to all those participants who broke the finishing tape at the London Marathon today. I can only hope that none of you emulated runner-up Martin Lel, who sank to his knees and kissed the tarmac on the very spot Emmanuel Mutai did this just seconds before:

Tasty nice.