April Powers

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

Still a little sore and weary from Sunday's race I never-the-less hit the streets this morning for a half hour jog to keep things on track and test out the legs. Whilst a little sore, I still felt strong, which I think is always a good indicator of improving fitness. My pace was also quite acceptable given the conditions which remain unusually warm for this time of year. After a record-breaking hot March, April continues well above average, albeit not to the same extent as previous weeks.

Although today's run was of no great significance in itself, today does commemorate a dramatic day, it being exactly ten years since my dear Dad died. Unfortunately he never saw me complete my first marathon, but was always encouraging and I'm sure he'd be pleased to know I have not only reached that milestone, but have carried on. He was always big on perseverance which he saw as a noble trait, and he had no time for laziness. The phrase he hated most in life was "I can't be bothered", and on the (very) rare occasions I saw him angry as I grew up it was usually because I had said something along those lines. His example made a huge impact on me, and it was largely, perhaps solely due to him that I persevered through my own early running injuries to eventually reach my goals, and I'm of course so very glad I did.

So, tonight I'll raise a glass of 10 y.o. Laphroaigh in honour of my Dad, and look forward to honouring him with many more races and finisher's medals to come. Cheers Dad.