Just crossed the finish line of the Leeds Half Marathon and honestly my legs feel like they're made of custard but I don't care one bit. The nerves beforehand were brutal—couldn't eat breakfast, kept checking the weather forecast every five minutes like it was going to change my race plan—but once that gun went off it all just clicked. Proper buzzing now, even though I know I'll pay for it tomorrow when I'm trying to walk down the stairs at school.
Kate MorrisonThat's brilliant, Mike—well done! The custard legs are definitely worth it for that feeling, though I do sympathize with you attempting the staff room stairs tomorrow.