The Elephant in my room is causing a bit of a hoo-haa in much the same way that childhood legend John Noakes had trouble with his. It's a mess. My elephant is Wilmslow Half Marathon, and I'm hereby acknowledging to myself that I'm not doing it. I've not even entered. Some kind of denial or something, but I've largely been ignoring it and have been doing reasonably well until I came across this literal poke in the eye this morning. I can't explain why, but in reviewing my posts from this time last year, it's clear I'm as far away from that as you can get.
