I drew a sketch portrait of Ben, and then he drew a portrait of me. I think Ben did the better drawing!
I may have been watching too many Marvel superhero films lately….
Recently we went on holiday to France. It was great! The highlight, for me, was Nantes, which seems to be a really quirky, fun little city. I loved following the green line and finding all the art installations and exhibitions that were going on. In fact, I almost want to run away and start my own little bijou animation-design studio business out on the island, but, (A); I am the world’s worst business person, and (B); I am also the world’s worst speaker of French. I can’t even speak Breton. And (C); I probably wouldn’t get any work done, because I’d be too busy trying to get a ride on the elephant.
Anyway, I digress. I really enjoyed exploring Nantes, and I think everyone’s favourite bit is Les Machines de l’ile. I couldn’t afford any of the expensive tourist tat though, so I’ve decided to draw my own.
I’m running in the London Marathon tomorrow. To try and calm my nerves a bit, I’ve been drawing some of the things I have to take with me.
I’m running for National Deaf Children’s Society. Massive thanks to everyone who has sponsored me – I never expected that I’d be able to raise the amount I have. There’s still time to donate if you haven’t already.
Either way, you’re more than welcome to point and laugh at me tomorrow, puffing my way around London.
It’s less than three weeks to go to the London Marathon, for which I have been training since November. This should be the start of my tapering, but I’ve actually been on a sort of involuntary tapering programme now, for the past 3 weeks, due to mashed knees.
I’ve decided to transfer most of my remaining training sessions to cross-training in the gym, to try and give my knees a chance to heal in time for the marathon start. I’ve also read on the internet that aqua-jogging is supposed to be quite good as well, so I went and spent 30 minutes jogging on the spot in the local swimming pool this morning. It’s like a poor man’s equivalent of Mo Farah’s underwater treadmill. It does feel quite silly.
I hate going to swimming pools, mainly because of the logistics of it all, and the having-to-remember-stuff that goes with it. There’s always something I forget, be it towel, trunks, goggles… Today it was 20p for the lockers, which I had to scam from the lifeguard. So humiliating.
Anyway, here’s a quick sketch of me attempting to aqua-jog. Please sponsor me here: https://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/JamesMerryTenMillion (if you haven’t already!) 🙂