In an effort to truncate my life expectancy I have opted to wobble the Deal Half-Marathon. This, even compared to other decisions I make, is a particularly stupid decision given that it will be February and therefore either snowing or raining and doubtless accompanied by blustery wind. I will therefore do nothing but moan and bitch all the time I'm wobbling and will likely be perceived as someone suffering from Tourettes Syndrome. However, I am engaging in this personal torture on behalf of PETA so presumably this will offset the misery.