Life’s winners . . . in the slow lane

WHEN the London Marathon began in 1981 one of its principles was ‘ to show mankind that, on occasions, they can be united’. This year slower runners who raise millions for charities were heckled by officials keen to clean up.

Jack Glenny, who raised £6,000 for the Cystic Fibrosis Trust, was told: ‘Run, fat boy, run.’ More than three quarters of competitors now run for a good cause, having raised over £1billion. It’s not the highly-paid elite athletes like Mo Farah we should celebrate, but those like Jack, who may come about last in the race — but win in the marathon of life.