Well, we have both recovered from the run.
John did it in 02:15:01, I did it in 02:15:36. He could have gone faster, but he stayed with me until right at the end, when I told him I'd be forced to feel up his arse all the way to the line if he didn't run. Or...I might've thought that, and just panted something like 'Go! Go!' and waved a floppy arm at him.
Anyway, yeah, we did it! And we're quite proud. Sherlock, the girls, the baby, and Mrs H did us proud - I think they probably ran almost as much as we did, charging around the course to see us!
But yeah, it really wasn't too bad, and we might well do something else - or another half marathon. I'll admit a full marathon is still rather daunting...
Here's a video Sherlock said you should all see. And he's right. It's lovely. I think Mycroft sent it to him.
Beautiful Chemical Reactions from L2 Molecule on Vimeo.
I feel like I had other things to say...
I need to go and see Mum again. It's been ages. Again. Definitely before Christmas.
Some UK army medics and soldiers have gone over to Sierra Leone to help with the Ebola crisis. I know John is sort of champing at the bit to be able to do something like that. Or...no, that's probably the wrong words. He would willingly have done something like that, in the past, definitely.
Makes me wonder, about...well, I find it an incredibly difficult area to even think about - because I so desperately wouldn't want him to go, for entirely selfish reasons. And where's the line, between that being 'caring' and that being 'controlling', and if it really was a situation, what would I do? Where would I land on that line?
This is the sort of thing I find goes around and around in my head until I feel like it'll explode. It's...distracting, to say the least. Especially for something which isn't actually an issue.