I could never run a Marathon. The year before last I volunteered for one of the charities here to join their massage team. It was one of the most rewarding enjoyable things I have done.
There was a few hundred runners in the team, and about 20 therapists, two therapists per massage table one on each leg. We only had enough time to work their legs for them.
I had so much more respect and admiration for anyone who could attempt, never mind finish a marathon.
There was one runner I remember in particular, late 40's and it had always been her dream to run the Marathon - a "fun runner". She had trained hard for it, raised a shed-load of money for the children's charity we were supporting. When she hobbled in and fell onto the massage table i think she said she could quite happily gone to sleep and not moved for three weeks she felt that bad. She was absolutely exhausted. But she didn't stop smiling and grinning and we couldn't shut her up - after thinking about doing it for 20 years she had achieved her dream and she didn't care how much her body hurt at that moment. We all had such admiration for her spirit.
Foz

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