Well I Would Run Five Hundred Miles.....(34 days)

You just can't beat a bit of The Proclaimers, but just this once I have put them to shame. I mean; they only WALKED five hundred miles. Okay okay, they may have walked five hundred more, but nowhere in that oh so catchy song do either of the Reid twins say anything about running!

Now Tears For Fears; they RAN the world, I'm not fit enough to so much as shine their shoes!!

Not sure about you, but I have been wondering what the current mileometer is reading. When we last spoke (okay, when I last wrote and you last read; thank you Mr. Facetious) at the end of January we were just over the 500 mile mark; now, on March 18th (34 days from the big day, and only a handful of 'big training runs' left) we are at 608 miles!

To put it in context, it's roughly.........

• the distance from Aberdeen to Dover
• 2044 laps of an athletics track
• 0.1% of the way from the earth to the moon
• a reeeeeeeally long way!

All being well, the marathon will tip me - over the edge?....naaaaah! - into the seven hundreds. Who'd have thunk it eh; that right at the beginning of this mission we would be talking (don't start Mr. F), a matter of weeks before the London Marathon, about running a total of seven hundred miles?!! I can't believe it, never mind you.

But, believe it I do; and unless you think this is a humongoose hoax rivalled only by theories of faked moon landings, believe it you should!

It is a strange mix of emotions. As the finishing line (metaphorical and literal) approaches, one can't help but reflect; and the more I reflect the more nervous I get that something could trip me up at the last minute (wouldn't be the first time!). It is a double-edge sword that while the chances of that something happening diminish with the countdown, so too do the chances of me recovering from that something.

Let's hope that the only something which happens involves cheering crowds, cheering me, and a nice, shiny, Muttley-style medal!