So you're all wondering, all two of you, if I made it. Well, I'm here so apparently I did.
Inge took my news with good grace. I decided to get it all out as we drove up to Kings Park. I figured she'd keep control behind the wheel of a car: she may want to kill me but is a cool enough customer not to take herself out in the process. She listened to me and remained calm and even agreed that it was probably a good idea, especially as it gives her dad extra time to build us a boat. I should have known to be wary of such cheery acquiescence.
There was a sting. As always.
After we'd done our run, Inge hoisted my barely breathing body into her car and we went out for some revitalising Vietnamese food. They were happy enough at the restaurant to let Inge in but when it came to my entry, it seems they would prefer customers who don't come in on all fours, sobbing and dripping sweat. As I sat slumped over the life-giving force that is stir-fried snow peas and steamed rice, Inge put to me her three year plan: we'll run the City to Surf in 2010, do the Avon Descent in 2011 and then, my friends, what I have apparently agreed to is walking the Kokoda trail with her in 2012.
But I was clinically dead at the time. My head was only nodding because rigor mortis hadn't yet set in.