I’m not beaten. I’m not broken. But Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I could do with a few new body parts to keep this up.

Today was another tough one, but it was in the most beautiful setting so far. I rate Verona through the roof as a place to spend some time just wandering about, sipping coffees and checking out historic buildings. But today I ran this way and that, all over town, knocking out their marathon. It was a sensational day and if I was in any kind of shape, this would be the perfect place to lay down a PB.

So because I couldn’t have one, I ran with a lovely French woman named Laurence, helping to pace her to a huge personal best of 3:25, 10 minutes faster than her previous best. Congratulations Laurence!

I cramped up at 37km, so had to let her go and drag myself home for a 3:27.32. I was happy to get it done, but also really enjoyed the journey for this race.

I even got to run right through the middle of their Coloseum to finish up! It was pretty special.

So that number 9 down and I owe you some reports and videos. They’re on their way.

Tokyo next week with the Tribal Boys! All aboooooooooooooard!!