Turns out I’m an idiot after all. On Saturday, 8 days before the marathon, I went climbing. I’ve never hurt myslef climbing, until today. Took a fall swung into the rock, and ping one sprained ankle. It’s not the worst sprain ever, actually I probablly got off pretty lightly, but it’s not going to make running 42.2k’s agy easier. Bugger.

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