Why am I running?

I'm running because I foolishly decided to run the London Marathon.

Why did I do this? Well 2 things.

1. I met a man who ran it in 2008, in fact I met him as he walked back through Carnaby after the race. He'd done it in a decent time, and he wasn't dead. Actually, he looked fine and proud, and as I stood next to him talking I realized that I wanted that sort of experience.

2. My Dad claims that he ran it in 2.58, which is basically an amazing time. Such a good time in fact that I know believe him to be a liar. A good dad, but a liar all the same. He's run 6-7 by now (he's 65, he did the 2.58 when he was 30) which, coincidentally was the same age as me when I decided to run.

There's loads of other reasons why I decided to run but they would need loads of psychoanalysis and I'm not going down that road.

And this blog won't be about my inner turmoil about the reasons behind the run, this will just be the immediate thoughts as I run around.

It'll be fairly light hearted, hopefully amusing, and quite interesting.

but it won't be boring,

much.

the Running Man