It took us just over two hours. To drive it. We wanted to get a feel for the route. Tomorrow’s first runners won’t take longer than this to run it. A real good friend and I are going to get up tomorrow morning and do those 42,2 odd kilometres. He’ll do it in a real good time, and I’ll finish.

Pádraig was fine today, quiet and relaxed – though he moved his leg out of his bed, after all this talk of running and marathons, he probably had decided to try and join in.

This marathon tomorrow will be for him.