Viva Italia + then a half

So in 12 hours I will be on a plane to Firenze. I am going to eat cow's tripe that has been boiled in broth in a paninni (it's a local speciality) and my own body weight in gelati. I will seek out Napoli pizza and eat tiny cakes with fistfuls of cream. I will sip vino and campari like a fish.

Then, on Sunday, less than 12 hours after I land, I will run the Grand Union Half Marathon. It will be my furthest run of the year.

Somewhere in between these two occasions, I will probably ink myself with fear. Oh well.