Dream ends in tears. Marathon spirit unites all. So I then set about unscrewing a toilet cistern, while outside thousands of runners sidled past unaware of this great injustice. The race itself is a whirlwind, an overwhelming blitz of noise, colour and sweat: I chucked the keys into it and heard them rattle down the chute. Radcliffe insisted there had been no danger of her retiring early this time. I was locked in.
I must have eaten too much beforehand.
My London Marathon: Poop Crisis
By now there were lots of people offering unhelpful advice and jokes from the other side of the door: For the four days preceding the run I drank four isotonic drinks a day. Radcliffe knows there will always be a comparison of what she achieves in future to the desperation she suffered in Greece. Millions more watched on television. Marathon spirit unites all. It was just that I needed to go, and then I was fine. The main thing was to win the race.