On Sunday 22 April 2018, thousands of people will undergo a ritual familiar to anyone who has run the London Marathon. The extremely early wake-up call after a fitful night’s sleep. The enormous breakfast bowl of porridge, or multiple slices of toast, to store energy for what lies ahead. The last-minute trip – or rather trips – to the loo. Excitement, fear and adrenaline at the start. A glorious wall of noise from the hordes of spectators lining the course. And then, 26.2 miles later, an overwhelming buzz of success.
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