A crapness of mobile phones
Sun, sea and Gatorade
Being a geek I wore a Narrative clip for the Brighton Marathon. The shots were surprisingly good, but this was my favourite, taken about ten or eleven miles in. I’d somehow got a bottle (everywhere else drinks were in cups), the running was good (and slightly downhill) and the sea and sky were blue.
What could be wrong with the world?
Brighton Marathon done with bloody nipples bonus.
It was great, until about mile 18, when my knees, but particularly my right knee, became a touch painful. Annoying because until then things had been going smoothly and looking at my splits I was on course to beat ‘perfect run’ target.
A slow and difficult final eight miles followed and I crossed the line at 3:47:40, so I’ve crossed ‘do a marathon’ off my list of things I wanted to accomplish.
A great day. The organisation was smooth and the crowds fantastic. It was a joy to be part of it (pain aside). I’ve got a new bloody nipple photo (although it doesn’t really show).
And I’ve raised a few quid for Hospice in the Weald. The fundraising was a last minute decision after my sister-in-law, Lucy, died of cancer there having received treatment and support from them throughout her illness.
If you’re feeling generous, motivated or just feel bloody nipples are worth a few quid you can still donate.
Lots of these have sprung up around me in the past few days. Without commenting on the campaign itself, there’s something very comforting about the place the NHS has in the nations heart.
Took a short cut through a Lambeth housing estate and came across the Ebony Horse Club.
My Wandsworth training left me wondering about land use and values of what was probably housing land. The humanity in me knew that the individual and collective soul is better for a place like this.