Giving thanks (without being sick)

Well well if you’ve been paying attention to the amount of spam I’ve been spouting you’ll know that a marathon went down in Liverpool recently and my hairy little legs were running it. It would be telling porkies to say it was enjoyable. 

Partly due to the intense heat and the obvious issues with it being about 23 miles too long, the whole thing was a massive mish, particularly the last stretch along Liverpool’s sea front and the final crawl over the line. It felt like doing a (bad) ecstasy droogs.

Here are some horrific photos of the event and nice one/props to anyone who sponsored me. Everyone is doing loads of runs, climbs, swims, hikes, shootings and wanks all in the aid of charidee and being bombarded with requests so the support is very gratefully received. Sorry - bit gushy. Yuck.

Blisters

Sweaty

Bloody tits

We're gonna run tings. Again

Well it's that time of year when the clarion call of a 26.2 mile hoof around somewhere, somehow seems too hard to resist. This time my chosen locale to sweat, bleed and possibly cry is Liverpool, meaning on Sunday 29 May you'll be able to witness my mental and physical breakdown on its streets. Training has been long and, as per, at times, devastatingly hungover but no matter, we plod on. And on. And on. And on.

I'm endeavouring to raise some dosh for the Refugee Council as part of the trial. Myself and Craggsy ran for them last year when we tackled the Manchester Marathon so it seems good form to continue the tradition and try and do something nice for once.

You can check oot my JustGiving page here. There's not much happening at the moment but, as the tortoise said, slow and steady wins, or at least finishes, the race. At some point. Capise?

Running up inside Mancunia...

Manchester is not the first place you'd necessarily think of when rambling on about running. It's known more for Oasis, Tony Wilson and rain but just the other week myself and my man Craggsy took a lengthy journey up the country to Mancunia to take part in the city's marathon. Why? The reasons are lost in the annals of time but may have been something to ease the guilt of the hefty Christmas binge drink. Most sensible folk would give up the beer for a bit but we chose to carry on drinking and start running three times a week instead. Whoop? Whoop indeed. Especially when you're doing 16 miles after eight pints.

Massive vibes to everyone who sponsored us in our endeavours. We limped over hand in hand after 3 hours 32 minutes of pure leg gruel. Never again we said. Now we're not so sure but those short shorts are staying in the cupboard for the foreseeable. Brappppp...

Manchester marathon

Uh oh. Yep it's happening again. Running. Myself and henchman Craggs are doing the Manchester Marathon in a few weeks and have decided that it might be nice to try and raise some money while we're doing it. Training has really upped the ante of late with the latest one at 20 miles. It makes the inevitable post run binge drink even more chaotic...

If you're feeling fruity or generous, here's the link - https://www.justgiving.com/JimandCragg - and here's the 411...

What's better than the sight of one bespectacled beanpole slogging their guts round 26.2 miles? The answer is of course: two bespectacled beanpoles slogging their guts round 26.2 miles. This year's Manchester Marathon will be a grudge match between Jim and Cragg to see who'll be first to fling themselves over the finish line and into the waiting arms of the St John's Ambulance service (or nearest Wetherspoons). Jim is the current Marathon Record Holder with a PB of 3hrs 52 mins, whilst Cragg is on the leaderboard with 3hrs 57 mins... Will we hold hands over the finish line, or spend the last miles trying to trip each other up to snatch the crown? Only time will tell...