It’s cold and it’s raining. I’m sleepy, and suddenly starving. The house is warm, and the smell of M’s lunchtime toast won’t let me leave the house again now. I’m deferring my return to running till tomorrow.
No, this isn’t a cop-out. I’ve had a successful first week of pre-training. Eating sensibly, stretching, deciding on running goals, planning to join the local running club, doing some reading. I’m feeling confident and even quite excited about the weeks and months ahead. And I’m around 6 pounds lighter today than I was a week ago. There’s no point in forcing myself to go out on an evening like this if I’m not up for it. If I’m back from London in time tomorrow, I’ll make a start then.
Anyone reading this should call in at the forum and read Nigel Platt’s Shakespeare-flavoured marathon race report from Stratford. It’s a good ‘un. Well done Nigel, and to Ian Painter, who also got round in a time that I could manage only in some outlandish daydream.
