March 2017

[Sweder]

Scraped my weary bones over the short course on Tuesday. 
The leg - the one I all but split in half last week - has turned purply-yellow below the knee and is a bit hurty, so I downgraded the intended Blackcap jaunt. Just as well. I'm still banjaxed after the weekend. It's the best weekend of the year, yet so much goes into it there's not much left afterwards. 

I'll slip out in the morning for another 4k or so, before strapping a large aircraft to my haunches and launching myself into the far east. I confess, the thought of eleven largely uninterrupted hours wrapped in headphones & stuffed into a reasonably comfortable seat appeals right now.

Before I go, I have to tell you about Janet. Janet is a local runner. She's been around the Parkrun scene about as long as I have. She turns 70 this week. ON Sunday she decided to run her first ever full marathon. She chose the Moyleman. As she cavorted over the finish line, way ahead of a fair few runners, she grinned like a child, eyes sparkling.
'I loved that! Thank you so much!' I grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek. I had no idea of her back story at that point, the sight of her just filled me with joy.

RESPECT.