After the hysteria and emotional hype of London, I found I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the Forest Way, which is a very pretty and wonderfully flat (yessss) cycle track which runs along a former railway line. I passed several dog walkers and cyclists, and a few other runners, and started to think that I ought to be wearing some sort of sign. That distracted me for a few miles, and then I rang a few friends, a couple of friends rang me, and I checked in with mum and dad periodically just to reassure them that all was well. Before I knew it I had run 16 miles, and my friend and running buddy Jules appeared, bounding along the path towards me! She kept me company for eight miles, which passed very quickly, leaving with only two to conquer! I was beginning to get cold and my tummy was rumbling even though I had consumed my body weight in jelly babies, I guess there was just no reserve left in my muscles. The last two miles were the quickest of the lot (nothing like the prospect of food to spur you on!) and the marathon was completed with less time and in less pain than expected, in 4 hours and 4 minutes.