The Olympics are on. You can’t really have a whinge about sprinting up and down your parent’s driveway when you know those kids train till they vomit. It’s worth it for the uniform though isn’t it? The Japanese lady speed skaters have these fabulous gold glitter suits and I really think one of those could be the ticket for my marathon. You can’t deny the marathon is a fabulous occasion for theatrics. And I can’t deny that I’m theatrical. Any live theatre worth its salt has excellent costumes. I’ve been tossing up the idea of getting HART singlets with each of the four participating family members wearing a different letter. But since it’s unlikely we’re going to finish remotely near each other, we would (in addition to having to run 42 kilometres without stopping) have to talk as well, as people continually asked us the meaning of the random letter on our shirts.