Hello,
On Sunday, I finished the Connemarathon, all 26.2 miles of it. That means against all the odds (hell, I wouldn't have bet for me) and a couple of years too late, I win the bet. Woeful time (4.50) and really, really, really, pathetically sore legs.
Awesome. Bragging rights forever. Gerry, if you come to Dublin for the Marathon in October 2010, I'll come to Canada for a marathon in 2011. You can't say fairer than that.
Feeling good about myself today, don't knock it.
