This was taken at 6.30am just before I left to run The Liverpool Half Marathon.
And an hour after my sons came in from their partying. In Liverpool.
I had cleared the house after the 40 or so 18-year-olds had left our home and got to bed about 1am.
Unfortunately, my number had got lost in the post so I had to go in early to collect it for the 9am race which started and finished at the famous Royal Liver Building.
The first nine miles were fine and I managed to run ahead of my time but the last four miles were so hard.
I dropped from running a mile in 9 minutes 20 seconds to 11 minutes which made my finish time 2 hours 17 minutes.
I was a little disappointed as the last two times I have run the race I did it in under two hours, but I was running it for dad
Coincidentally, my dad used to be an insurance agent and once worked for The Royal Liver.
I managed to raise £385 for The Lymphoma Association with another £100 or so to come in.
Although the last four miles were the hardest they were the most beautiful, running along the Liverpool waterfront.
I know I said I wouldn't do it again but maybe, just maybe!