Today is Wednesday and in a few short hours it’ll be Thursday, worse comes when we see it’s Friday the day after that and the creeping realisation arrives that you are just a few small hours from the most testing and demanding thing you have ever done. You are a few small insignificant hours away from the total destruction of your right Achilles, you, yes you are looking into, as Barry Cryer describes it, ‘the gaping anus of Christ’ – I may be paraphrasing and therefore my apologies Barry. Saturday morning will arrive and Saturday afternoon will come, perhaps Saturday evening with Brucie will still turn up and you won’t miss the 50th Anniversary of doctor who. You’ll sit there clutching at the memory of the life you once had, you’ll explore the days ahead with new found awe and everyone wil bow respectfully at your feet because you’ve changed, you’ve just become more than superhuman – you’ve become a survivor. You my friend like I have just run it.
Thats right, despite carrying more injuries than I can shake a stick at, despite being a chocolate addict that can’t give up that creamy and dreamy taste I am going to line up with the other incredibly ridiculous runners on a cold and probably wet Welsh morning for the Snowdonia Marathon.
Hear me roar Wales, UltraBoy is coming to get you.