Next month

I'm running a marathon. It feels a bit weird to be saying that. Makes me think about that finishing line, the miles all behind me, nowhere left to run. A damp one tonight, wetter than a Julian Clary handshake under a waterfall in monsoon season. Eight and a quarter miles down a soggy canal but still an improvement on previous times for the run, so despite the fatigue, the encouragement is still there. Training hasn't been going too bad over the last week or so. I managed to slip in an early morning eighteen miler on bank holiday morning. Sneaking out of the house at six o'clock without waking the clan. Padding my way up the towpath as the sun rose. Saw more Herons than Humans and the highlight was a definitely a rare sighting of a Kingfisher, a flash of startling blue cutting through the morning gloom as it harassed a pigeon then streaked off along the bank. Definitely a spirit lifter. Positive news from Adoption UK too, with some great support now coming from their fundraising and press officers for which I'm very grateful. Around £500 now pledged and the songs continue to sell. Another push over the next couple of weeks and who knows where we'll end up. But I know one thing. Next month I'm running a marathon. Total mileage to date: 751.81