Look, guys. 

We’ve been here before. Five times in fact. You remember? 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018. I got the medals, got the t-shirts, raised the money, thanked the generous sponsors, and most years I said ‘well, that’s me done, my knees won’t take it’. And last time, I HONESTLY, TRULY meant it. 

But then here I am again. Why am I doing it? Honestly, I don’t reallllllly know. Maybe I just wanna push myself again. Maybe I just miss the spectacular fun of the day itself. Maybe I’m trying to accelerate my inevitable knee replacement surgeries a couple of decades. Who can say?

What would help, though, is if you could dig as deep as you can and donate, because it would make the deep, searing physical agony worthwhile, and each donation and kindly message would be further incentive to drag myself sweating, bleeding, crying to the finish line. Pray for me. And pay for me. (Please)