Not even the prospect of being handed a bottle of water by the gorgeous Jonny Wilkinson or James Cracknell would have dragged me round the streets of London in the cold, wind and rain but I'd just like to say fair play and respect to all those who did.
Many years ago, when I was but a small and vulnerable undergraduate at the University of Greenwich (nee Thames Poly!), I used to live in a very horrid house just 15 metres from the course of the London Marathon as it made its way from Woolwich and Charlton into the Village of Greenwich, with it big boat and bigger park...so horrid was this part of London that I have never yet seen it on the TV in the ten years I have been watching (ie since I lived there), they always cut away to somewhere else. The bottles on the street at the end of the day were my favourite site, but the pounding of feet from about 9:30 till 12:30 was unbeleivable. One year one of the runners stopped and asked for the nearest toilet - so we invited her back to ours whereupon she disappeared never to be seen again ...
Nicki
Ive considered doing it....then reconsidered lol well done to everyone that managed to do it, and a triple well done to the ppl that managed it in huge Ostrich suits and so on lol
hope they raised alot for their charities :)