I've run my first marathon. To be honest I am quite chuffed.
What? No, not all at once, silly. It took nine runs spread over nearly two weeks to cover the 42km marathon distance.
The only reason I know this is a couple of weeks ago I was the happy recipient of a hand-me-down GPS watch. Now, with the aid of satellite navigation, I'm able to track my time, speed, distance, elevation, calories and heart rate at the push of the button.
(Ironically, despite being big enough to give Flavor Flav clock envy, it doesn't tell the time).
It tells me this week I ran three times, or 75 per cent of the way to my goal of four runs a week (should my maths fail me a little bar graph along the bottom of the screen tracks this vital information). Total time running last week: two hours, 32 minutes and 42 seconds. Longest run: 7.1km. Calories burnt since Christmas: 3008 (which might go some way towards offsetting the trifle I had for breakfast on Boxing Day).
I admit, the GPS watch it is a teensy bit of overkill for someone of my, ahem, abilities, but then psychologist Sara Chatwin recommends keeping a diary or a spread sheet to help keep goals on track and the watch now does it all for me.