The circus is back in town.
This morning, 5:45am, waking to welcome home an old friend – the morning run.
It wasn’t a great run – slow, clumsy, flapping and panting, but it was a run nevertheless. And in the current heatwave (up to 34C, 93F in London later today), it gave me something withheld from most people – the experience of a cool, slightly misty atmosphere. What a treat. As I trudged through the deer park in the cool of the early morning, I found myself grinning.
It’s too early to say whether Dublin may yet come back into focus. Things have been further complicated by the news yesterday that I might be sent to Israel for a training course in “early September”, probably for at least a week or ten days. The Bristol Half is Sept 7, and the Great North Run Sept 21. I’ve heard that the beaches of Tel Aviv are great for running, so I might have to continue my training there. Unless another injury appears, I should at least manage to do the Great South Run in early October.
Just been half-listening to the dramatisation of a PG Wodehouse story on Radio 4, and was struck by the following line: “Better men than Sir Edmund Haddock have crawled to their aunts”.
But my favourite PGW-ism is his description of a newborn baby as looking like “a homicidal fried egg”.
They don’t write ’em like that anymore….
