So, 2016 marks 400 years since the death of a superlative.

He died on April 23rd.

He may well have been born on April 23rd.

I'm running on the 24th. (So pretty close).

One of my dearest, dearest friends (another William [kinda], another superlative) was also born on the 23rd, and so I will probably be running like Sir Toby.

But, run I shall, and hope in the intervening days to raise a bit of cash for Mind to make it worthwhile.

Ol' WS was an extraordinary psychologist, and mental health (in a 16th/17th century way) was at the heart of so many of his plays, so I'm hoping he'd approve.

So I'm running for him, and running for Mind. Please throw me some cash if you can.

If you donate a sizeable chunk, I'll write you a sonnet. It probably won't be as good.