Wednesday 19 September 2001

I ran the Great North Run this weekend. With a mere two weeks training and a gut as big as Croydon I managed to drag my sorry ass round the half-marathon in a time of 1hr 56 (although our official time was 2 hr 4). I have no intention, repeat loudly, NO INTENTION of running a marathon. EVER.

My legss have only just stopped aching, three days later and I got a cold. It hurt a lot, and I didn't even do it for charidee.

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