In less than two weeks from now, I’ll be standing at the start line of the Brighton Marathon. It’s strange to say that out loud, because for so long it didn’t feel real. It was just a date in my calendar, and the distance, something I was working towards without fully letting it sink in. Now, suddenly, it’s here. The past six months haven’t just been about running. They’ve been about showing up on the days it felt easy and, more importantly, on the days it didn’t. Some runs