Last weekend I had the absolute honour of cheering on my mate as she ran the grueling 26.2 miles of the Brighton Marathon. Having already watched this beautiful woman (and two other gorgeous friends) run a 5k for Cancer Research early last year, I was some way aware of the ebullient emotions these kinds of events can arouse. But nothing could have prepared me for how moved and utterly humbled I would be cheering on the side-lines of the 2015 Brighton Marathon.
Generation Fishcake 