This 26.2 mile race takes its name from the battle of Marathon when a Greek soldier ran from Marathon to Athens to announce Persian defeat and dropped dead upon arrival. With this in mind, one could say that the money raised by the race probably comes closer to danger money rather than sponsorship money.
Fund raising is unusual. You either promise to do something unpleasant or downright dangerous and grant your friends the pleasure of watching you go through with it provided that they pay for the privilege, or conversely you organise something entirely enjoyable, like a ball or a pub quiz, and again, allow your friends to take part in it provided that they pay for the privilege. This dichotomy sort of suggests that friends aren't actually very nice people at all - they would just as happily dress up and share a celebratory evening with you as they would watch you put yourself through a world of pain.
Maybe Schadenfreude is actually one of our most base instincts. Surely at some point you have either poked yourself in the eye or pretended to walk into a lamppost to make a small child smile? I personally used to get regular bouts of crippling oral raspberries while driving to entertain my young charge. I'm not sure what the DVLA would have thought but it worked every time, case in point. Well, either that or I have spent my life being laughed at by kids who think I'm stupid.
Anyway, you obviously revelled in my physical torture since you helped me to raise so much, and for reasons discussed above, you should not beat yourself up about that, nay - you are only human, and I thank you for it.
Add to this the fact that nail removal is one of the oldest forms of torture... no... it really is time to move on from toenail stories; I'm sure you already know where I was going with that one, and if you don't, well, lucky you.
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