Day 3 of doing a Marathon. A day until I meet the king. And Day 3 begins. One Marathon every single day. It’s how my Sunday mornings have changed. I actually feel worse today than when I used to go out on Saturday night. Hungover on a Sunday. Legs are starting to get a bit of shape back. Look at them! Just passed the 5 mile Mark. Made it all the way to Bosley Locks. Gonna fill my water bottle a quick one. Can anyone recommend any vitamins or anything you think I should be taking in the morning? I wake up every day just feeling tired. Even before all this walking stuff I still don’t feel 100% and sharp. So let me know in the comments please guys. Drink cream soda, bottle of water, I think a couple of squares. That drink selection in that shop was absolutely wild. I love a good selection. You know, all the American ones, old classic English ones. She can’t beat it. A good fizzy drink. I’m just at them now in a little town called Congleston, just outside of Macclesfield. So I think I’m gonna give it a little look around, see what’s going on. Lunchtime with Henry. Hey, we have to go back for round two. The rain is starting to drizzle just slightly. This is the last thing I need. Over halfway completed for today. 18.5 miles. Three miles remain and I feel surprisingly good. I’m not sure I’ll be Saying that tomorrow morning, though. Final mile. Let’s get it a freeze. Morphine. Wrapped up just in time for lunch at Nan and Grandad’s