Dateline: Yesterday, A Sun-Flooded England. A sinewy, early-morning lope to report. Highly agreeable stuff. Four miles of sub-10:30 miles: decent for me at that time in the morning, when my calfs are cold and brittle, like a pack of bread sticks fresh from the freezer.
I was in training for more than my marathon. A couple of hours later I would be somewhat gingerly climbing aboard the first day of one of these team-building thingummies at work. I’ll suspend comment till after the second and final day, as long as I have sufficient dignity intact. I’ve managed to cling onto most of it, but it’s been a struggle at times.
Wish me luck.
Geronimo!
