Why did I think it was a good idea to do one half marathon every Sunday in March?

I am drastically underprepared, owing to that horrible cold at the beginning of February. I think it’s going to be a disaster. And a slow one at that (the weather forecast is not exactly favourable for tomorrow. Wind. Rain. Yuck.)

Moan whinge worry. And all of this is voluntary. I wonder about my sanity. Sometimes.