Oh Lord!  What have I gone and done now?

You might think after my tumble on Fridays run and if you had heard me scream out during my sport fix massage, or if you were one of those that witnessed my zombie like state on Saturday (only put right by a 3 hour afternoon nap) if you had felt the pain in my legs as I tried to run Dewsbury 10k, finishing 5 minutes slower than last year, If you witnessed the increasing pile of washing, the vain attempt to try keep my house clean and tidy, the impact on my bank balance of filling my hungry tummy and entering races  . . .  well you might think I would question my motivation to pursue this madness called marathon training . .  . . .

 . . . is it worth the effort, is it worth the pain, is it worth the sacrifices I find myself making, is it worth the time I can’t spend doing the other things I love, is it worth the early starts, the tiredness and the constant hunger?

I have asked myself all these questions this weekend and what have I done about?

Well I have gone and entered Liverpool Marathon on the 9^th October 2011 . . .