No dobbin I do not have a carrot

Ran 12 kilomptimers today. Do not feel like I'm ready for the half marathon in November. I made it to the start of the Enoshima beach bars, one of which has a donkey. Most of the bars employ pretty young people harass people into choosing their bar over another. This one said "Girls in bikinis? Young men with six packs? Pah! We're getting a donkey! They'll queue for miles"

Perhaps I need to carry a carrot when I run. Took some other moody shots but they'll have to wait until tomorrow to be consigned to Flickr. I'm knackered now after staying up for a works web conference where I only managed to obtain audio just in time to hear them say thanks for coming, goodbye....