I did my longest training run of the season so far yesterday morning. 16.01 miles (according to my swanky Garmin), which is the longest I've run since my last marathon, I realise.  Down the London canal through east London and the Hackney Marshes. 

Very muddy.  Very, very muddy.  Cross-country muddy.  But I (and friends) finished all 16 miles and I can still walk today (though with a mildly worrying pain in the shin, but we'll have to see about that).

So, you see, I'm training hard.  So why not sponsor me?  I'm getting tantalisingly close to my fund-raising goal, so why not help?

I then had a good lunch with the aforesaid friends, had a nap, and was then underwhelmed by the season premiere of Lost.  Being 'unstuck in time' isn't really my idea of pleasurable suspense, so here's hoping they get it sorted out soon.