Phew. That was close.
The week’s schedule was rescued after all. I can now confess that after my quite unplanned waltz down the Tesco wine aisle, I wondered whether this was the beginning of the end. But it wasn’t. All is back on track – even though I could have done with the scheduled rest day today in advance of Sunday’s 15 mile eye-popper. It’s been a valuable lesson though. Never underestimate the potency of a Tesco Chianti moment. Nor indeed of a Tesco Chianti.
What a fab day. Cold, but spectacularly sunny for much of the day. Knocked off about 5 to chase the remnants of the sunshine down the lanes, but never quite caught it. It was still light when I started however, and a nice time was had by all. It was the release of a Friday evening, and particularly one on the right side of winter at last.
The charity question remains unresolved. I’ve canvassed some opinion today on what might be a good cause around the Shepherds Bush area, and will have to make a decision by next week.
My intentions were outed on one of the QPR messageboards last night (which I made the most of, it has to be said) and have had a lot of encouraging messages today, including 2 from fellow QPR fans who are also running London this year. One of them, Dave, I met last year when he mentioned he was running the London Marathon. I thought at the time it was a one-off descent into lunacy, but it turns out he’s a nailed-on serial madman, and this year is running his 9th successive ‘London’. I need to tap into this reservoir of masochism, and will publish my findings when available. It’s hard to avoid the preliminary conclusion, however, that the kind of predilection for self-flagellation that characterise Queens Park Rangers supporters, is a valuable resource for the would-be marathon runner.
