Oh Joy, the London Marathon has come round this year again, the only time when Captain Jack Sparrow and Spiderman, holding hands is normal. It is also the last year Flora is sponsoring it (who cares?). Well anyway me and my Mother went up to London to watch them, and hopefully catch a glimpse of my Father. It was the first time I had seen the Marathon live, in fact I think its the first time I was awake in time. I had to get up at silly hour to get to London in time…..On a Sunday.

I like running, but only short distances, like to the toilet, chasing rabbits, or even running away from a crazy homeless guy. But running for 26 point whatever miles is stupid. Then you get those people who say ‘oooh its for a good cause’.. My Father was raising money for Deaf Children..now no offense to the deaf children, being deaf must be horrible, but its not as if they are dying, like the kids in other charity’s. Now I sound really nasty, but if there was a rating on charity’s, Deaf Children wouldn’t rate very high.

I saw everything, rhino’s to Spiderman, and even the Queen…..But then, looming over the horizon, came this monstrosity:

*Jaws music*

Now running 26 miles in shorts and vest is one thing, but running in a 11 foot high …nurse?, that truly is mental. Maybe its a robot.

There was quite a lot of old guys there too, maybe they are going through their midlife-midlife crisis (in between your first midlife crisis and dying, usually around 80). Maybe they think they are merely 72 again and can run 26 miles and only be bed bound for a week, some of them looked in bad shape, gasping for air, one even stopped near us and, from what I was hearing, was asking for directions to a tube station (possible cheater).

HERE HE IS!

‘Hi I’m Les and I don’t know where I am.’

Another cool addition to Sunday’s series of mental events, was the Adidas website, which you could track a runners progress by typing in their number. Too good to be true?..yes, apparently my Father was going 34 miles per hour in the first stage:

Cheater..