There was the phantom knee pain, the onset of a cold, lost gels, chance of rain, ummm... I think that will do with the excuses. But to say I didn't want to race was an understatement.
Alas, a beautiful Sydney morning came, along with 10,000 other nutters I did the Half Marathon and actually had a great time.
Despite my incredibly short attention span, I finished and took great pleasure in passing 300 people, who blew up... did it in 83 minutes, but unfortunately spent far longer than one would have liked looking for post-race coffee.
Along with the coffee came post race delirium, 2 runners, and an unforgettable supporter loitered in Darlinghurst - Hunger does odd things
