I was only meant to run 8 miles today but enthusiasm - and the fact that I got lost on Hampstead Heath - got the better of me and I ended up doing 11 and a half. Running from Kenwood House with the view of the London skyline ahead is one of the most beautiful feelings ever - not that I could remember it once I had to do the return journey uphill.
Thanks to all my sponsors so far. It really is very much appreciated. It's a bit embarrassing this sponsorship lark. I think we've all become a bit charity weary in recent times, the main culprit being those over friendly people on the street trying to sign you up to direct debit payments - so it's amazing to me that I'm not being totally ignored.
In the list of things I'm worried about connected to this race raising enough sponsorship money has slipped to third behind
1) Getting injured beforehand
and
2) Needing to go to the loo in the middle of the race
After todays efforts Being able to finish has slipped to number four, with Turning up too late a distant fifth and Blowing it all by gorging on pie coming in at number six.
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Bloody Hell. 11 miles! Bloody Hell. You're amazing. I need to get off my sofa.
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