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.