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A leggings-clad woman who'd obviously been running the [omitted margarine sponsor] London Marathon was sitting opposite me on the underground train this afternoon, medal hanging from her neck and proud partner holding her hand. It made me feel like training all year and try to enter it in 2004 - then it dawned on me that I would have to do my most hated physical activity: running. Why run? Where to? What for?
A dance marathon, that I could happily train for. Not too sure I'd pass the doping tests though.