The Silicone Chip Inside Her Head Is Set to "Overload"

I had a thought on my run yesterday morning.

Bear in mind, I've spent the last few weeks, during marathon-based conversations, saying (and meaning) "I don't think I'll do another one" "It's taken over my life too much, I won't do another one" "I'm going to concentrate on shorter distances after this".

I didn't really register what I had thought on my run until I got back, sunk into a lovely warm bath, and I suddenly remembered what I had thought.

I had thought, somewhere around the 17 mile point, "I'd quite like to do the Snowdonia Marathon".

I mean, Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez, WHAT?! Where the hell did that come from?

Help!!!

And, d'ya know what's even scarier? I actually, genuinely, meant it.

I am utterly beyond all hope.