the mister said, ‘I just don’t know if I can run 21 kilometres.’

And I said, ‘Is that how far it is?’

And he said, ‘Well, if a marathon is 42 kilometres, then a half marathon is 21.’

To which I replied, ‘Forty two?!? But this year I turned 42 on 4/2…this is meant to be!’

Actually, I didn’t say that, I only just thought of that. Like literally, just, between typing in the title of this post and the beginning of this paragraph I made that whole 42 connection. Just. Anyway, you could probably guess I didn’t say that, because you know I never speak in double question marks with an exclamation in between.

What I actually said was, ‘How far is that?’ And then the mister tried to give me some understanding of distance. He was moderately successful, as successful as he ever is at explaining something he just knows and I just do not get. Anyway, he was successful to the point that I agreed that the chances of me being physically ready to do something like that by next February are not high.

Realistically (and this is where the mister comes in handy, with this whole realistically thing) there are several impediments, most prominent among them being I have not done any running before. Ever. Also, I downloaded this half marathon training thing from itunes, at not inconsiderable expense, but it turns out the training programme is not compatible with a single piece of iequipment in this house despite us almost drowning in the stuff. (I hate itunes and istuff, but only enough to hate it, not enough to buy stuff that works). So I guess maybe I could get myself ready to run it in February, but it would probably be to the exclusion of everything else, which, you know…no.

But now that I’ve thought of it, I don’t want to not do it. If you know what I mean. So, I’m giving myself a year from now. By which time, if it hasn’t worked out, it’s because something else came along and I decided to do that instead. That could happen.