Rubbish Soup

So with just ten days until I attempt to run a marathon - what am I doing?  Training hard, eating vegetables and sourcing vaseline?

You'd think so, but I'm not training hard.  Once again, as I've managed 17.5 miles I know think that this is all a breeze and I've nothing to worry about.  Had a bottle of wine and a huge takeaway meal last night too, plus I can't find a small pot of vaseline.  I don't want to be that guy who has a pot of vaseline just kicking about the house.  I want a small pot of lubricant that I can use in the next week and a half then be done with.

I am however, trying to eat properly, last night aside.  I'm currently struggling my way through a bowl of "Scotch Broth".  It's not.  There is no whisky in it for a start.  I've basically loaded it up with seasoning so it now resides somewhere between the Dead Sea and my Dad's celery soup, which I have to drown with pepper to make it go down.  It's made of celery, then watered down!  Sorry Dad, but it's not for me.

Training - should and will go out for a run this afternoon.  False Creek loop in the rain, which is about six miles from memory.  Hopefully it'll go better than two days ago.

I need to book this whole marathon thing in now I think.

No Snickering.