Take me to pleasure town

Err... you what? Anyway it turns out this blog idea didn't really work so I guess this will be the last one. For the two or three people that may occasionally read it or have previously read it, howdy, thanks for reading my amazing and hilarious blog, please consider yourself to be AWESOME. If you're not someone I know then how the hell you've ended up here is a mystery. And not a very good one. But just in case you are a random person interested in my pathetic marathon running abilities I did it and managed not to break in half which I see as a significant bonus.

The principle reason for this final update is that I have work to do and have exhausted pretty much all other non work related activities including cooking, cleaning, washing and other 'ing' based things.

So there it is. A damp squib to end an ultimately disappointing short series of blogs. Still, the marathon has been run and Sparks have more money than they did before so big love to all and massive thanks for the sponsorship and support.

Marathon Runner Extraordinaire Harris

Would it help if I gave you some money from my wallet?

As a matter of fact it would. Or just go here and do it with technology and that: http://www.justgiving.com/Jonathan-Harris0

Thanks

I should probably do some training or get some sleep now.

Years later, a doctor will tell me I have an IQ of 48

... because unfortunately our marathon team of three has become one... Hooper's leg is still completely stupid and Minimum's brain has given Hooper's leg a run for it's money in the stupidity stakes by neglecting to remind him that apparently marathon places sell out (this may also be partly my fault for not reminding him). Anyhow proper training is almost upon us and in 400 miles odd time, I'll be dragged kicking and screaming across the start line and told to run for 4 and a bit hours. Oh deary me.

Great Story.Compelling, and Rich

The compelling and rich great story that is this nonsense that I scrawl on here has been a touch quiet of late, I apologise. Hooper's leg is still rubbish and I haven't done anything absurd which is funny/worthy enough to write down. Oh and, seeing as Hooper still has a bit of a rubbish leg, if anyone knows a good (cheap) physio, please let either me or her know.

I have a horrible feeling that actual training for this thing is to commence in the relatively near future which should be interesting and therefore more updates will soon be be available for amusement.

Ooh, this weekend is my birthday (still in 20's unlike some eh Hooper) so there may be a tale or two to intersperse with other amazing marathon facts soon.

Amazing marathon fact number 3: Apparently you can 'over train' for a marathon. That won't happen.

It's jogging or yogging, it might be a soft j

I'm currently just getting over the shock of having to dust down my wallet and pay for the privilege of running round Berlin. Hooper has managed to work her computer despite her alter ego's (Natalie) midweek appearance and we are now properly registered for this bout of lunacy. Moustache Max is doing his registration dreckly. Happy/frightening days indeed...

Anyway, amazing marathon fact number 2: It's really really difficult

I ate a big red candle...

... I didn't really.

I just worked out that a marathon is the equivalent distance of approximately 280,000 sandwiches lined up next to each other. That's far.

More amazing marathon facts to follow.

Oh and it's looking like Berlin on 26th September. Crikey.

That escalated quickly

Whilst coming to terms with my erratic promise of running to the sun/doing a marathon (roughly the same distance I understand) I received an email from a pal with a ludicrous moustache. It turns out he also fancies partaking in the event. As Ruth most eloquently put it, she went from "crying into her shoes to having two running buddies". The addition of Max (aka Minimum) to the event is a most welcome one and doubles the amount of potential idiocy over the next few months which can only be a good thing.

At present we are looking at a couple of European marathons and trying to find out about entrance/sponsorship etc. Fingers crossed we can make either Amsterdam or Berlin.

In other non marathon news, I scored one of the greatest 8 a side football goals ever tonight. This is a fact. However whatever music I'm listening to now sounds like the theme tune to Grange Hill. Still as long as I don't have more dreams about exploding wheelie bins on Clapham Common it'll be just triffick.