The finish line

While I haven't mentioned it on this space because somehow the writer me is so self involved as to not discuss the real world me, the real world me is running a half marathon tomorrow. I have trained relatively hard (moderately hard would be more appropriate) since January.

Despite this training I am currently taking odds on whether or not I'll crap out at mile 11, requiring an equine ambulance to come and pick me up or shoot me in the head with a shotgun.