Each year following the Moyleman, I have rushed home and penned a missive describing the day. On this occasion I am not ready yet. I need time to distil the last 48 hours. It has been emotionally draining, but delivered alongside some of the best, most supportive friends I could ever wish for. Both those directly involved, but also all the runners, marshals (unbelievable marshals), volunteers, supporters, etc. Just glorious, glorious people.
I have spent the last 24 hours being thanked by numerous people, naming me on FB posts, by email, on Twitter. I am a more than a little embarrassed by all of this, because it wasn't me, it was US. All of us. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
For now I'll leave you with this. This captures for me the complete and utter madness that is the Moyleman. This is a real runner, running the Moyleman in minus 6 wind-chill.
