This strawberry-ashed, scoliotic, overanalysing, oversharing, anxious, itchy-footed, box-ticking, soul-searcher is at it again. A MARATHON. The pièce de résistance of the bucket list. Ten years ago I had surgery on my leg that left me questioning whether I would walk properly again. Then I learned to walk. Then I learned to run. Then I did a whole heap of other stupid stuff. But I never did commit to the ever-elusive arbitrary distance of 42.195 kilometres, which is very important that I run for some reason. Now, I’m finally taking the plunge, by taking part in the Sydney Marathon with my baby bro in September this year. The end of an era. To mark my maturing from pre-marathon Darryl to post-marathon Darryl (my running barmitzvah if you will), I’ve decided to raise money for beyondblue, a charity I support wholeheartedly, which helps Australians living with depression and anxiety. Thank you for your generosity and support. If you’ve lived with, or know anyone who lives with, anxiety or depression, you will know the suffering involved, and the difference any relief can make.