As promised, have replaced the photo of my sweet niece with one of me running over the finish line (though I'm not sure why I kept running once I'd passed the line...).

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Done it.  4 hours 47 minutes.  Beautiful.  I beat the Masai but not the cornish pasty, who left me for dust at mile 18.  I'll replace the photo with proof in a couple of days.

Thank you all very much for supporting Tess.  She says thank you.  I'm off for a massage and a hot bath (and to hunt down that pasty).

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It was a good idea: get fit, raise money to help my niece, tick another box...but the reality is dawning on me: I'm running the London Marathon.  Aaaarrrggh.  Not cool.  The torment of it has driven me to grow a (wispy) beard.

I'm running for the Cystic Fibrosis Trust which is trying to find a cure for a life-threatening disease that affects my niece Tess (next door to me in the photo) and over 8,000 people in the UK.

Thank you

Jack