Today, I feel a fraud and a wimp. A frimp, you could say.
I've just watched Eddie Izzard's Sport Relief documentary showing him complete an amazing 43 marathons in 51 days.
That's 27 miles a day, six days a week, over seven weeks, covering more than 1,110 miles of England, Wales, Northern Ireland and Scotland. Incredible.
How can anyone compete with that? Two days into my training and I've been outdone by a tranvestite comedian with a dodgy tache.
It puts my run into perspective. Eddie ran the length and breadth of Britain: London, Liverpool, Cardiff, Belfast, Edinburgh and Newcastle.
I'll be going up a slight incline from Witton Park towards Blackburn town centre and back again.
Eddie wouldn't get out of bed for that. I feel strangely demotivated, and can't be bothered going for a run.
Instead, I have a beer and watch Man United thrash AC Milan.
Bad night all round.
I'm back on track today after the Izzard blip. I've had a healthy bagel for breakfast, and salad for lunch.
Tonight is football night - six-a-side at the Soccerdome in Blackburn.
I don't need to pound the streets because I know I'll run the equivalent of a couple of miles on the pitch.
We play 40, 50 and 60 year olds versus 20 and 30 year olds, and it's a victory for the veterans.
As Alan Hansen once famously said: "You win nothing with kids".