Part of the reason I was in London over the weekend was to go to the marathon. It began here for us, on a corner somewhere near mile 21, with cider and a fully charged camera.
I spent the afternoon in complete awe of every single person that ran past us. We managed to catch a glimpse of the boys' friend Hannah at her 21st mile and it really sank in just how much of a challenge it really is.
We headed over to Embankment to catch the last of the action before grabbing a bottle of wine from Gordon's Wine Bar and hopping over the fence to enjoy it amongst the flowers.
We wandered over to Kimchee for dinner on the promise of plum tea and spent a long time working our way through a table of tea, aloe vera drinks, dosirak, noodle soup and bibimbap, said goodbye to the boys and wandered back through crowds of elated, medal toting runners. The rest, as they say, is history.