I mean, look, it is an event. You can’t call it not a non-gig. So here we are. This was my first ever half-marathon. Last September, Frankie and I ran the 10k and felt, yeah, go on, we could do the half-marathon. January came around, and so too did the training regimen. This was unfortunately - entirely on my side, Frankie continued to smash it - a wash for the month and a half before the race itself, thanks to injury, illness, and a wedding in New York. So I wasn’t exactly at match fitness. The dream of a sub-2 hour finish was sadly unrealistic at this point. In the event, I managed it in 2 hours and 8 minutes, a time I’m genuinely very happy with. The hardest bit, mentally, was about 5-8km in, getting over the mental muscle memory of “I’ve hit 5k, I’m done”. An odd moment of serenity at 10km - “oh, I just do that again, fine”. The legs were really starting to give in at around 16km, but I amazed even myself by continuing. I cued up There There for the final half a kilometre, timing the explosive second half of that song perfectly with the last push. Dread to think I’ll convince myself to do it again next year.