Speedy wife

So, it turns out that a six-hour walking tour is good preparation for a marathon after all.

Mme Tepeka sped around Prague in a new personal best of 4h03m, which is absolutely brilliant. In fact, she was so fast that the kids and I missed her passing at both 12km and 42km, the latter being just 100m or so from the finish line. (In our defence, we think she must have run past just as a bird decided to poo on the head of the guy standing next to us, which was a little distracting.)

I always find watching marathons quite emotional, for some reason. I appear to have had something caught in my eye for most of the morning...