Horse VS Hat?

Yesterday, my father threw a hat into the ring. This morning, the horse strikes back.

With ten days left to determine the costume, the leaderboard now looks like this:

  1. Horse Head – £131
  2. Make America Great Again Red Hat – £125
  3. MM – £55
  4. AA – £50
  5. BB – £30

(Initials are used where a costume has not been suggested. Apparently people with alliterative names don’t like choosing costumes.)

What happens now? Does hat struggle back to the top? Does horse prance on to victory? Do my alliterative friends reveal their inner super heroes and combine into a third costume choice? Does something else join the board?

Ten days left to influence my choice of race day outfit. Please support me.

Another marathon leaderboard shake-up

So the internet troll otherwise known as my father has donated himself back to the top of the leaderboard – and chosen a ‘costume’ to boot. One of these:

Only you can stop this madness, people. Here’s where things sit:

  1. Make America Great Again Red Hat – £125
  2. Horse Head – £101
  3. MM – £55
  4. AA – £50
  5. BB – £30

(Initials are used where a costume has not been suggested. Apparently people with alliterative names don’t like choosing costumes.)

Eleven days left for your donation to count towards my choice of race day outfit. Please support me.

Why am I running the London Marathon?

I have – probably had – an annual ritual. Every year since 2007, in late April or early May, I sit in front of my computer screen. My finger over the button on my mouse. Do I, or don’t I?

Some years I do. Some years I don’t.

When I do, I’m on the ballot for the London Marathon. And I don’t get in. When I don’t, I’m definitely not in.

Then I forget about it. Eventually I’m told I didn’t get a spot. I breathe a sigh of relief. Life goes on.

So in early May 2016, when I was sitting at my desk, I said “should I or shouldn’t I?”

Marc Bloom, beside me, said he did. I clicked. Ballot submitted.

But last year I didn’t just step away after. I started running. I entered the Urban Rush. I contacted charities to arrange a spot if I didn’t get in. And then …

… I got in.

Eventually, it was going to happen. I was going to get lucky, or go that little bit further to get myself a spot. And both happened at the same time. Same year.

So one month from today, I run a marathon.

Sponsor me here.

T-5 Weeks

Why?

I was in Richmond park this morning, and I asked myself that question.

Why?

I find myself asking myself the same question most Sundays, at a similar point in time. In this case, I had just glanced at my watch, to learn that I had completed the 11th mile of this morning’s run – and I’ve never had a real desire to run 11 miles in my life. That moment would be followed by another 12.5 miles of running.

So … this week, I’m going to answer some Whys here on the Big Bad Blog.

Why am I running the London Marathon?
Why am I supporting Shelter?
Why do I run more than 20 miles on a Sunday morning?
Why fancy dress?
Why should you donate?

Have some other whys you want answered? Comment away – I’ll add ’em to the list.

Oh, and pop over to Virgin Money Giving, and support my run.