Note: This entry was created over several weeks. The great bulk was written while in the USA, but I wasn’t happy with it, so I left it to congeal on my local drive. On May 17, I padded it out, and have retained the perspective of this date for the post, even though I have tried to soften its sharper edges since then.… READ MORE.... …
Month: April 2009
Mid-Atlantic, heading west, I should be throbbing with excitement and dread about Monday’s marathon, and with relief and joy at the thought of three weeks off work, and all the pleasures in store. Below the surface somewhere, I probably am. But just for the moment, I continue to be shocked and saddened and confused by yesterday’s news, conveyed by Ash (Sweder), that Chris Moyle died on Wednesday night.… READ MORE.... …
I need to keep this brief. I have a 3 week trip to the US to plan, and am running out of time to bag the perfect Vegas deal and research car hire and book the Boston pre-race pasta meal and find out how long it takes to drive from San Diego to Tijuana and whether the Alcatraz trip goes on a Sunday, and deal with a thousand other miscellaneous impulses, 900 of which will stay on the cutting room floor.… READ MORE.... …
Late on a Wednesday, like most nights, I’d normally be knee-deep in the BBC. Well OK, the corporation’s output would be reaching a higher intellectual water-mark than that, but let’s not get too literal. Tonight however, I must stay away from Five Live, partly because I can’t bear the egregiously phlegmy tones of that Lovejoy bloke at the best of times; but tonight he will be insufferable.… READ MORE.... …
20 miles today. An awkward tick in a big box. I managed to make most of the errors that I like to warn novice marathoners against: going out too fast, doing too much the day before, not getting enough sleep. Maybe it was good to be reminded of these mistakes again now — just in time to ensure I avoid them on marathon day in 14 days.… READ MORE.... …