Who would have thought eh? Snow in April... in the legends, a wrongly accused widow asked there to be snow in June to prove her innocence. And lo' and behold, on the day of her execution, there was snow. This is thousands of years ago in an ancient dynasty, there was no such thing as global warming and weird weather conditions. And now, I am looking at a group of wonderful, beautiful Masai Warriors, in the BBC Breakfast studio with all their traditional garbs, talking about running the London Marathon to raise money for running water for their village. Such beauty, such spirit, humour and humanity... And here I am worrying about losing some weight??

I am very quick to tears these days, but never really due to being upset. I find myself being moved very easily and quickly. Moved by the spirits of the guy selling Big Issues outside London Coliseum. Never in mean moods, always a kind word, never judging and always smiling. And now the Masai Warriors, smiling and telling Bill on BBC Breakfast, that they're ready for anything, and they all run together to prepare for the Marathon. I will be keeping my eye out for them. Soon, the ever faithful pilgrims will be making their annual journey to gather on Blackheath, and set off for whatever it is that they are setting off to achieve.

I remember my own very first quest for London Marathon. I screwed up completely, though I remember the pain, I don't remember the sensation of the pain. I just remember what a glorious party it was. How often does a busy, madly crowded city like London closes its roads and allows any and all to have a party?? Everyone has a story to tell; the seasonal pros in quest for their best time yet, the regulars in quest for a new personal best, people recovering from injuries, people raising money for a cause that they believe in, people running to see whether they have any guts. That last was my reason for running it the first place. I knew, before I got to the finish and when I was still nowhere near the end, suffering from severe nousea and dehydration, even then, I knew that this was very likely to be a lifelong love affair.

The heath might be covered in snow at the moment, and of course, no one is to know what would be there on the day. But I can be sure that there they will be, in their old sweat shirts, bin liners, tin foils, water, sports drinks, the London Marathon issued plastic rucksacks, running gears of all description, fancy dresses of all imagination. They'll be filled with anticipation and excitement, and they'll be itching to start.

My thoughts will be with them, and most of all, with the Masai warriors. I still want to believe in humanity, and I want to believe that somehow, Londoners will help them raise more than the £6,000 that they need for running water in their village, where I believe would be beautiful and new to my eyes, because I have never been. I will at the same time, be contemplating my own odyssey. My first marathon of 2008 two weeks after the London. I will be running in Vienna, in its 25th anniversary. Just like I was there, for London's 25th birthday.