They made me do it, your honour. I said no, I said never, I swore on someone or other’s grave. But they wouldn’t let it lie, the voices in my head and the ones by my side.
And in the end it was easier to give in, go with the flow, let the long runs wash away my sins.
So 26.2 is back on the menu boys (and girls). For the third time in Edinburgh, the fourth time in Scotland and the sixth time of asking.
And Mrs Bear is doing it too. Baby Bear isn’t. She’s far too distracted.
I’ll try and keep you posted.
Just 23 weeks to go.