As of 11.27 a.m. this morning when Ryann Beth Liberty entered the world I became a grandad.
When I started my preparations for this year’s London Marathon weighing in at 15 stone 3lbs I thought I might be one of the heaviest runners in the race. But at 46 years old, I certainly will be one of the youngest grandads running, albeit not the fittest.
Perhaps the whole marathon thing is some delayed middle aged crisis, sparked off by impending membership of the senior generation.
If that is the case look out for One Fat Man on a motorbike soon.
