Pint at the handy, medal dangling on my neck, on top of my finisher t-shirt.  Just back at the hotel lobby after having dinner with the familee. The dinner was heavy meaty and delicious. We didn't reserve a table for tonihht as I didn't see a life past the Berlin marathon, so didn't plan for it. We got turned down in places as no spaces, but in one, an American couple offered to share their table with us - Alex and Lisa, thank you!! Still digesting the day and so much to say.  I loved absolutely every second of it. For zero seconds did I think or feel "this is sh/t, uncomfortable,  too much etc". My mind is flooded with "best moment" of the day, and it's hard and unfair to pick one.  But if I had to absolutely pick one or else no beer for the rest of my life, it would be reaching the Branderburg gate, turning around, stopping for a second and not being able to contain my absolute delight that I was there, under these circumstances, and rested, full o

This time next Sunday I'd have finished with this whole kerfuffle.  I'm filled ith anxieties:have I trained enough? eaten enough? recovered enough? slept enough? Overall, the current win is succeeding at making the mornings not only bearable, but actually enjoyable. For this I had to let go of late night reading with wine after the kids' bedtime.. This is something I really miss.   I have been agonising over what sort of marathon will my body and mind do next Sunday.   Will everything come together and stay together and I'll be able to get a good time for a first timer?  How will the experience be after km30? I've never ran more than 30km at once.  Will it matter (I hope so) that everyone is going the same way, no stopping at shops to buy water, or stopping at traffic lights, or look at map?  Will I feel overwhelmed or in machine mode in my element?   I have decided to video log every 10km or when something interesting happens, but I won't do that if/when I hi