Did anyone else enjoy the irony of dozens of Ethiopians and Kenyans racing through London knowing the winner would be awarded an empty silver plate?
When I woke up this morning I opened the curtains of my London apartment to be greeted by the sight of scores of athletic looking African men going past the window wearing vests with big numbers attached to the front.
Immediately my heart filled with joy as I realised that it could only mean one thing.
I'm going to compete in a marathon dressed as Michael Jackson.
Not quite sure which race yet.
Wish me luck in this year's London Marathon. I managed 3 hours, 12 minutes and 9 seconds last year.
This year I will try to beat that, but I usually get bored and turn over to watch something else.
I'm so pleased that police have stepped up security for the London marathon.
It would be dreadful if that dead guy and that bloke in hospital with gunshot wounds struck again.
I'm planning a marathon wank this Sunday.
Last time, I managed to get six miles before the police caught me.
The family of the runner who died in the London marathon have said, "She was an inspiration."
She's certainly inspired me.
Not to run a fucking marathon.
What do Kony 2012 and the London marathon 2012 have in common?
They're both thousands of white guys failing to catch a black guy.
There's blatant cheating going on in the London Marathon.
The bloke in 6th place is on a fucking motorbike!
"I ran a half marathon" sounds so much better than:
"I quit halfway through a marathon" 17