24 hours to the Reading Half. This week, I’ve deliberately reduced training to just 2 short runs, in the hope of conserving some energy. No doubt some of this excess energy will be seeping away in the garden today.
It’s windy, and the rain is about to fall. The turf-cutter has just arrived, and I have a long day of garden reconfiguration ahead.
How things change. Up until fairly recently, the idea of spending Saturday gardening, then Sunday running a half marathon, would have been quite alien.
Perhaps this is middle-age at long last.
And now with only 12 hours to go, I’m feeling drained of all strength, enthusiasm and interest in the Reading Half Marathon.
I’m going to munch another bagel, drink another litre of water, and descend into profound, and rapid, unconsciousness. If I wake up at all, I’ll be surprised. If I wake up before 8am and decide to run a half marathon, I’ll be seeking an emergency consultation with a psychiatrist, first thing Monday morning.
