Without my really noticing, this year’s London Marathon has crept up on me. Crept may be the wrong word as it is closing on me at a more impressive pace than I can manage on any of my training runs.
As usual I am using charity as a pretext for self-harm. If you want to help me maintain that pretence you can do so by visiting here. It is secure, works with credit cards issued anywhere and, more importantly, is for a very good cause.
Run away!
Ah, no, that won’t work, will it?
Happy Easter you x
do you still have the moobs or do you now have rock hard orbs of steel? Happy Easter!
Good work! I do miss the running and wish you well on your run.
“Pretext for self harm.” BWAH! I think that’s what I’m doing at my place talking about politics! 😉
Ah, I hope it goes well must be really soon now! Will pop by on pay day and leave some sponsorship.
Then perhaps it’s time to update that running pic?? Bandaids work (I’m told)
bah! sorry I messed up your nice round total by adding on gift aid manually.
Testicles. The message you’ll get against my transaction was truncated. It reads like gibberish and should have said “Anyone who finishes deserves more than we could give”. I bloody hate technology, some days.