After months of anticipation, blood, sweat and blisters, the south coast’s largest sporting event breaks into a trot on Sunday morning.
There will be those that have set targets, lost weight and trained consistently to get themselves primed.
Then there are the rest of us; we planned to lose weight, train consistently and achieve our aspirational targets, but will start the event massively underprepared…and maybe a tad heavier.
I’m one of 120 runners jogging for Footprints, Portsmouth’s Down Syndrome Association – we’re raising awareness and funds for a fantastic local charity.
Look out for lots of green vests surrounding a big, bald bloke weeping at mile four.