Dogs

There have been books, films and countless articles on the dogs v cats debate. I've always favoured cats mainly because I like their independent nature and the fact that they take very little looking after. What's more, they don't smell and don't jump up at you and whiddle all over you and put their muddy paws all over your clean clothes. But the main point, and what dog lovers always fail to mention when stating their case, is that cats don't savage you and kill you. Not the domestic variety, anyway.
My anti-dog bias came home to me this week when I was on a run - part of my marathon training. A big mongrel dog ran straight at me causing me to slip on the wet grass and twist my knee. For a few minutes as I ran through the pain, I thought that six months of hard work had suddenly gone down the drain. I rested it for a day and then began a scheduled three-hour run. After 20 minutes the knee gave me shooting pains and I was momentarily in despair. Thankfully, though, I was able to run it off and all appears well now.
But my antipathy towards dogs, guide dogs excepted, remains stronger than ever.

Why I hate Eddie Izzard

I'm running the Edinburgh Marathon on May 23rd. I've been in training for several months which has been particularly hard during our seemingly endless winter. Several times I have risked injury running through ice and snow. 26.2 miles is a big deal by any measure and the event itself and all the training that leads up to it, requires not only physical exertion but also mental discipline, especially getting out of a warm bed to go running in the cold. Madness, some would say. Madness many do say.
Then you get some bastard who runs 43 marathons in 52 days, making my and thousands of other's effort look rather pathetic. I hate Eddie Izzard.
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