Not least because it is closer to the winter training conditions endured to ready myself for the 26 mile 385 yards feat.
What counts (as I am constantly reminded by everyone) is that I finished.
Never mind that my time was rubbish - an hour longer than hoped - and that I had to contend with
a) heat (16C max? Really? Try 22C plus on the tarmac in the full sun with swarms of other runners around you - I had sunburnt shoulders to prove it afterwards), and;
b) left hip joint pain and nausea from the 20 mile mark.
Apparently early stages of heatstroke. Who would have thought?
The upside is that I used my time wisely - never let mishaps get in the way of a good story!
And if you feel ANY compassion/sympathy/disbelief/horror/shock whatsoever, do please sponsor me: I am almost there!
Next stop: Tough Mudder.
(yes, yes, I know, I know... it was the Moose's idea)