The One With All The Swearing

Today I was on a “Volunteering Day” with some colleagues from the office which essentially involved me sneaking off to the bushes for fly cigarettes at every opportunity while others dug holes and planted fruit trees for the scurvy-ridden children of Craigmillar.

As we were sitting drinking cups of tea at the end of the day (2pm) my phone rang and a girl called Natalie from the NAS informed me ever so matter-of-factly that I had been successful in securing a place in the 2009 Flora London Marathon. I think my initial reaction was something like, “Oh Sweet Jesus F#cking Hell, I’m Really F#cking Gonna Have To F#cking Do This Now, Right?” but all that actually squeaked out of my mouth at the time was, “Oh right! How.. um.. lovely!”

I called Rona and she’d been successful with her application also so we will be “running” this motherf#cking thing together next April.

F#ck.

F#ckity F#ck.

The One In Chicago

It’s official. I am now the only Sutherland child not to have run a marathon. This morning, Keith completed the Chicago marathon in four and three quarter hours, a remarkable feat considering the temperatures were in the 90s. Sh#t, it looks like I’m really going to have to do this. Only the fickle, gnarled hand of fate can now stand in my way. That, or the NAS telling me their places have been vastly oversubscribed and gosh, darnit, really sorry Neil but you’ve been unsuccessful in gaining a place, especially because you lied so blatantly about your vest size.