Like the title Nick?
The lads weren't in the mood to give me some stick - they should have - I'd have given me stick for letting the side down, and no mistake. Nick was so worried he even asked if I was serious about not doing another marathon, bless. You know me by now, I'll keep trying for that damn three hours until it kills me - and it nearly did.
It was four sets of 4, 4, 2 for the lads and I gave my thumb a first finger a good workout on the stop watch. I cracked the whip on the recovery - or tried to - they can walk real slooooowwww when they want to :)
Anyway, I'm back to walking properly - when I say properly the quads are painful as sin but it's just pain and I ain't no namby pamby so I'll shut my gob about that.
And finally, I wouldn't want to bet against Mad Andy getting out for a run tonight - the lunatic.
Thought for the day: If you can't convince them, confuse them.