Hotdogs for marathon runners. What next ?

  I have never found running a marathon anything other than shear hard blinking work. Every time I have run one I have had only two aims and that was to win it and to beat anyone who was better than me on paper. The only problem with this method is by the time I get to twenty miles or a bit more I'm absolutely burnt out and just hang on in there as best as I can until the finish. On one occasion I was about three

miles from the finish and there was a guy with a tray of freshly cut oranges standing beside the road. I would never ever dream of taking something from a stranger, an unknown helper at a drinks station yes but definitely not a stranger. Anyway I was that exhausted I grabbed a piece of orange and it was totally delicious and gave me a very short morale boost, another mile later I could see a  lady  further up the road standing at the side with a tray of hot dogs. Hot dogs, bleeding hot dogs, what on earth are they thinking. As I got closer I even thought oh stuff it I'll have one, how mad is that. Just as I was almost there and preparing to grab my much needed fuel the lady only went and crossed the road and offered her goods to her kids, another few seconds and I would of been off down the road with one of her hot dogs. I don't think shoe realised how lucky shoe was.  Now that would of been a story, Hot dog thief does a runner.