G didn't do the marathon this year.
Regular visitors here will know that this is a break with tradition going back over a decade.
To be 100% honest, I was relieved not to have to go through that hideous buildup in tension to marathon day this year.
Instead, we were all looking forward to a nice relaxing Sunday. I was out with the boys and G went for his usual 10+ mile run.
All was going according to plan until G rang me to say he'd been bitten by a dog. He'd been minding his own business, running round the park, when a yapping terrier shot towards him like a bullet and sank its sharp, bacteria-ridden teeth into his leg.
It was only a small wound inflicted by a small dog but he had to go to A&E for a tetanus jab. When he heard G's diabetic, the doctor insisted he take anti-biotics as any infection could have serious consequences.
(That was me, not the dog.)
I'm not sure it was better than a marathon build-up ...