After my Oprah moment of profundity I have returned, you will be delighted to hear, to my usual level of comfortable inanity. So guys and gals - when the hurly burly's done, when the battle's lost and won, when the marathon is run - what's on your rider? What's the treat you're dreaming of at the end of race day?
Now Melissa has been giving us some insights into her secret treats (chips and dips anyone?) but I'll kick off here. After I run this marathon I will probably hang out in a bar with my parents (it's Amsterdam after all) and smoke a joint (just kidding!). NO! Seriously - I will be buying some beer I imagine. Then the great Dutch tradition of raw pickled herring - it's got to be in your genes I fear. Then maybe chips and mayonnaise - another wonderful Dutch tradition. The kicker is that I'll probably be flying back to the UK in the evening so can't be too inebriated so I'll probably eat a whole enormous bag of black licorice on the flight home (is anyone feeling queasy yet?) and then when I get back to my own house I'll probably pass out (with a big round disgusting belly). If I'm still operating a calorie deficit the next day it looks like I'll be home alone for a few days so that means - control of the remote and back to back Grey's Anatomy and Brothers and Sisters and Weeds and a big bag of tortilla chips with my most recent dip discovery - spoonfuls of Philly mixed with Thai sweet dipping sauce. Oh - and a bottle of Sancerre..
None of you will ever want to party with me will you? At least applaud my honesty. And then give me yours.