Well, I think I can say without fear of contradiction that was one of the hardest Sunday mornings I have had since that one I spent trying to persuade my second child to just be born, for Pete's sake. I ran the Great Edinburgh Run, all 10km/6 miles of it. It wasn't easy and it wasn't pretty, but I did it. According to the chip, I ran it in 1.20.23. I would like to have done it a little quicker but in light of the fact that (a) it was pretty close and muggy, and I struggle in such conditions, (b) I am still on the dreaded oxytetracycline which plays havoc with.....erm......your digestive system, and (c) you don't really REALLY understand how hilly Edinburgh is until you have to run round it, I am actually pretty content.
I won't give you the full race report - I have unburdened myself of that on the running blog where people gather to happily chat about lost toenails and how best to pop blisters - so I give you instead my edited highlights and impressions:
Edinburgh was warm today. Too darn warm for someone who sweats profusely when running through two inches of hard ground frost.
You have to be very brave to run a 10k in a full-length wedding dress. Especially a strapless one.
A 6'2" black guy dressed as Princess Leia is very impressive to behold. Also, slightly scary. Luckily, attention was deflected somewhat by the guy running only in his Superman undies.
I am not sure I would ever be desparate enough to queue behind 40 other people for the dubious privilege of using a portaloo. I now understand Paula Radcliffe's decision to just go in the gutter a little bit better.
The Cowgate in Edinburgh really stinks when it is warm and you are running along it (for the non-Edinburghers among you, the Cowgate is one of the lower level streets in the City - it runs sort of under the High Street and it is lined with pubs and nightclubs. When warmed by the sun, the combined aroma of stale booze and recycled kebabs is very potent)
That hill through Holyrood Park goes on for ever.
The predominant emotion when you cross the finishing line isn't joy or exultation, it's relief.
I am delighted I did this. Also slightly astonished.
I never EVER want to run a marathon.
Off to eat some chocolate now. Thanks to all who encouraged and sponsored. You helped enormously and I am very grateful.