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.
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