Sunday Approaches

So obviously my knee hurts. At least it did but I seem to have overwhelmed it with anti-inflammatories. This trying to keep fit so as to do these charity runs is a rum old business. If its not the heel, its the knee. If its not the knee its the shin. Or it is the nasty rub you get on the one time you don't wear lycra shorts or the one time you forget nipple tape or the one time you wear a kilt. Well ok maybe some of this is avoidable with application of a little organisation but hey how dull would that be?



I mean imagine your running kit for the World's biggest half marathon actually being clean 4 days before the event. The tapes and gels all replenished in advance of the night before. The safety pins for the race number being with the number. No, siree, no fun in that. It has to be a late night or early morning panic. There must be blame for others. Children must be disturbed from their sleep. Wife's must be pushed to the point of sulking. Something must be forgotten.



And why? Why? Simple really. Because it is a "Big Thing" this we are doing together - and it needs to feel like a "Big Thing". Maybe not as big as Eddie Izard doing 43 marathons in 52 days (I don't know about you but I did not notice he had gone missing; but wow he did a big thing) but big nevertheless.



Now I know that some of you have got the "Big Thing" concept because you are treating the charitable donation part like it is a big thing too. All I'll say is guys we are a team and if I start to feel you don't want to be in the team then maybe I should stay home sunday and sulk...



And it is a very good cause.



And don't call me Keithie