February 2005 - Week 3

[Sweder]

Technically we're half way through week three.
Those forumites who frequent this diary will know it has been a week less ordinary, and will understand the tardiness in diary-keeping.

I read Andy's Sunday report tonight with mixed emotions.

Delighted that Andy, despite reservations about a dodgy toe, completed an admirable 16 miler in conditions that I can verify were foul;

Flattered that my early Sunday ramblings on here (in between toast 'n' honey/ black coffee breakfast and leaving the house) had some bearing on his decision to venture into the storm;

Envious that he rose above his injury demon when I could not, slayed his weather dragon and ate those 16 miles, rampaging Godzilla-like through the sludge, chomping on miles, spitting out their bones as he stomped homeward to a warm hearth and a fine pub supper;

Last, but certainly not least, the warm comfort of being surrounded by fellow runners who care, offering sympathy, throwing a virtual arm around the shoulder in a runners' darkest moments.

We lucky few, We band of Brothers.
And Sisters.

Oh yes, and Rude Arrogant Foreigners