12 years ago I crossed the finishing line of the London Marathon at the Mall and swore never again.
I staggered over the line as a young man with legs on fire but am immense feeling of pride welling up inside me.
Back then I was a lot lighter as well as younger and even then I was not built for long distance running. I am even more less now. Years of weights, crossfit and rugby have made me more built like a sprinter than a marathon runner. Never the less after a couple of beers I entered the ballot for this years London Marathon.
My face dropped when the red acceptance envelope arrived through my door many months later.
Suddenly it had dawned on me, I was running the streets of London again. Once more tackling the worlds most famous Marathon.
Back when I did it, the marathon was sponsored by Flora and it was in its 23rd year. Now it is the Virgin Money London Marathon and this year it is the 35th anniversary.
There was nothing for it. I would have to train.
Not only train but also choose a charity. I could have run for a cancer charity but choose instead to run for one that has affected me and my family in recent years.
Therefore I decided to run for the Alzheimer's society because of my lovely old Nana.