Dear friends and family (who already think I'm loopy),
You know this odd hobby I have? The one that means I limp into work on a monday morning? The one that leaves the house covered with stinky lycra, and the bath full of - in my mother's word's - "Half of Ashdown Forest."
Well, there's this race I'd like to do. But the boss won't let me skip work to register. So....
(Seriously, is it likely to sell out that fast?? If so, it's probably a non-starter.)
And, yes, it's amazing how quickly some people's eyes glaze over if you talk about what you did on the weekend. I think if you're not bats in this particular way then anything over ten miles just blurs into "a long way".