Last night I went out for a run.  Seven miles.  Fast and hard (just the way you like it sir!).  I've entered my first marathon (done lots of shorter races before now) so the next 16 weeks are going to be an agonising slog of cold mornings and sweaty kit.

I was reading about athletes and sex at the weekend.  Apparently abstinence before an event is no longer considered necessary.  I once had two intense hours of the best sex ever (up against the wall, carpet burns, over the back of the sofa, hard, long, noisy orgasm type sex) and then went out and ran a PB (personal best for the unitiated).  So abstinence does not work for me.  Which is a bloody relief because all that training is bad enough without the thought of no naked sweaty, moist moments.  And I don't think she'd wait that long for me.

I do fantasise about girls in kit though...no not school girls in gym kit, I'm not a perv (well maybe I am, but that's another story), but athletes.  I mean I wouldn't kick Stephanie Pywell or Jessica Ennis out of bed for eating toast!  But they'd kick me, no doubt!!