Yesterday I ran in the soon-to-be-infamous Run-to-the-Beat half-marathon, and good God, what a shambles.  Two things happened that couldn't be foreseen:  1) a complete transport meltdown (I was trapped on the Jubilee Line between Bermondsey and Canada Water for 40 minutes), and 2) the weather. It rained.  And rained.  And rained and rained and rained and rained...

But acts of God (and TfL) weren't to blame for 1) mile markers that were apparently wild guesses (I did a split of 8:09 followed by an exact same pace split of 9:12, yes, okay), 2) less music on the course than even a marathon, 3) bag checks of almost Biblical disarray, and 4) a course that might actually have been too long.  Take a look at the Runner's World feedback.  Improvement needed.

Despite all of that, I was aiming for 2 hours and ran 1 hour, 54 minutes and 59 seconds (and boy did I bloody earn that last minute).  And that was in pouring, constant rain, so I'm extremely happy about that.  Now, you've seen my dedication, why not sponsor me for a whole marathon?  I keep asking and replying nicely to emails, so why not give to a good cause, eh?  Now, back to bed to rest my aching back.