So, back on topic. I finally got to bed last night at about 2am. So that would be this morning, then. I'd made some vague noises of a '15k tomorrow' nature, but in my head at least had given myself the option of 12k. Thank god, because how hot and humid actually is it actually? Also, I didn't sleep all that well. I think my body had gone into shock from not being in bed at 10pm, or something, but I was still awake at 3am, awake again at 5am and again at 7.30am, eventually getting up about 9.15am.

I'm very lucky to be living so close to the majority of the Brighton marathon course. I tend to head south and hit the coast at the bottom of Boundary Road and then head into the centre along the prom, and then back. Ooh, I must digress again.

This is the second run I've blogged here. On both occasions, there have been cyclists on the No Cycling bit down by the sea. But, do you know what? I don't care. They are big enough to see coming if they're heading towards me and, if they're going the same direction I am, one of those laws of relativity things means I am basically stationary in relation to any object whose velocity can be measured, and they can come past me with no problem at all. The problem? Pedestrians. Keep your dogs and your disgusting ill-mannered offsprings under control and there's no reason why cycling, walking, running and those people who are really old enough to know better but travel around on boots or planks on wheels can't all use the same space.

I got to 5k in 32 minutes, which was quite nice. On the way out, the sea breeze was in my face. The 7th kilometre was huge nightmare, in part I think because I'd run across Hove lawns and was travelling back alongside the coast road and the cycle lane - which, by the way, was absolutely rammed; has anyone considered the possibility that congestion could be a reason why some cyclists, especially those who can wear lycra without getting vomited on and travel at respectable speeds, might not want to be restricted to a 2-foot-wide section of one of the widest pavements in christendom?

Kilometres 8, 9 and 10 were quite good (I was back by the sea, you see, and the Lucozade Sport was kicking in), but 11 and 12 were pure torture.

I finally finished in 1 hour 8 minutes and 59 seconds. Theoretically, this is still sub-4-hours for a full marathon, only if you consider I was barely moving by the end and this implies additional downslowage over incremental distances, let's call it 5 for now.