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  • I had to go to the London Xcel Centre to get my race number.
    There was a horrendous realisation that I had actually signed up for the marathon;
    It was official;
    Set in stone - printed on paper which was to be pinned to my charity running vest.
    The centre was filled with all the other runners.
    My heart felt like lead.
    Would I make it round?
    Would I let everyone down?
    The kindness of people's donations.
    I had to get round.
    I was going to run the London Marathon,
    and as terrified as I was,
    I couldn't help smiling.
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