Marathon Man Boy.
January 2nd 2011, slugging down my last watered down pint of Carlsberg at Geneva airport (£6.50) I'm contemplating the months ahead and assessing my likely chances of survival. In a few hours’ time I'll be back in Blighty when my training for the London Marathon begins. I've sworn of all things "bad" (including piss poor lager) till 17th April, and will try and run the micro-marathon of 3.1 miles from home to work and back again every day. I've had a month or so to mull over this predicament and although still extremely keen to go through with it, looking down at my highly invested belly I'm wondering whether it will actually be feasible.
In mid-November at the start of the Christmas party season I was out watching one of the most exciting games of English rugby since the 2003 World Cup Final. This is where I met Simeon, an equally avid sports watcher who like me hadn't seen much exercise since his school days and was looking for a way to extend his life expectancy.
We left the pub and having celebrated for a few hours got onto the subject of Marathons. For some time now I have been recounting my brother’s frankly insane marathon adventures around the world and hoping that, by association, people might find me equally interesting!!
Having just listed of the 4 or 5 deserts which Jan-Willem has run through, Simeon now chimes in to tell me that he's running the London Marathon and that he needs to put a team together. Being by this time quite well celebrated and having just ranted and raved about my families athleticism I realise that I have no other option but to volunteer my services..... and of course the services of my good mate Ed Mulderig.
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