On a drizzly but euphoric end to a 26.2 mile slog, our heroes limped over the line, smiling (and many weren't!) but shattered. With 4 witnesses, photographic and video evidence, and chip timing, you can be sure we're not having you on...
Stick a fork in me, I'm done: Rosie and Steve complete their first marathon.
The team clocked in at 6 hours, 50 minutes and 38 seconds, placing 35,977 and 35,979 respectively. One wonders who came in at 35,978, elbowing between our heroic duo in a last desperate attempt to improve their ranking - it must be that woman in red you can see in the video. Or did Steve surge ahead at the last minute in true 'competitive dad' style, leaving poor Rosie to haul her exhausted legs over the finish line?
Now the drugs don't work: Steve looks a little jaded at mile 5 but Rosie's smile keeps the team motivated.
Not so grim up north: Rosie's boyfriend Rich brings his irrepressible enthusiasm
to the proceedings.
Wired but tired: Rosie described a strange combination of sugar high in the top half of the body and legs of stone as she completed her ordeal. Steve's response was unprintable...
Re-tox diet: Rosie and Steve are reunited with sofas, bottles of red and chinese takeaways after living like buddhist monks for four months.
So there you have it! We will post again with the final fundraising total soon. In the meantime:
Thank you...
... to all those who followed the blog and donated money. We couldn't have done it without you :)
Not that Dad and I could ever be called pessimists (I was once described as relentlessly enthusiastic and 
