I forgot to take a photo to immortalise the moment, around 3.5 miles, when a bloke dressed as Great Uncle Bulgaria overtook me going DOWN a hill. You couldn't make this stuff up...!
Just before the seven mile post, and the first time I saw my parents. This one, however, hides the fact that I'd had my first serious breathing issues around Cutty Sark, and I couldn't actually do anything other than grin and wave here!!
Looking remarkably happy at approaching 11 miles. Possibly because I've made it through Millwall territory unscathed.
A rhino. Overtaking me just before Tower Bridge.(Don't worry, after a bit of "cat and mouse" I got him back!!!)
Warning: the below image is not pretty. A pictorial representation of the phrase "hitting the wall", captured by my Dad at about 16 miles. I should add that my Mum was not running the race with me (though perhaps was emotionally. Well, either that or she was taking the piss with that face!!)
Seem to have got It back a bit (could be the well-known-sports-brand energy gel!).
Just about to cross the line. My iPod shuffled round to The Clash's 'Train In Vain', and I got a massive lump in my throat running down the Mall.


