Slightly annoyed with the Brighton Marathon organisers for making us go down there the day before the race to collect our number, SportyGirl and I decided we may as well enjoy our daytrip to the seaside. The decision not to send out race numbers in the post was clearly profit driven and designed to get more runners to the expo so those exhibiting there could be charged more for their pitches. After wandering round the marathon expo (all of five minutes) we headed to the pier.

Where we took our nutritional needs very seriously – we’re carbloading and the seaside is possibly THE best place to seek out carbs.

And picked up a few last minute bits of kit – but as it’s not likely to be sunny tomorrow we decided against these.

Then, to try and take our minds off our imminent marathon, we went on the ghost train.

The ghost train was pretty rubbish. A big sign saying “You’ve got to run 26 miles tomorrow” would have been much more terrifying.