Sometimes you feel like it and sometimes you don’t. Tomorrow there’s a half marathon to do, but I seem strangely unconcerned about it. It’s as though I haven’t got round to mentioning it to myself yet. I’ll have to start panicking soon, or I’ll be in trouble.
I’ve also discovered that the motorway is closed in the morning, so I have to dive into rural Berkshire and Wiltshire for a while, in the hope of resurfacing somewhere down Avon way.
I’m rendezvousing with Griff for the last few miles of the journey to Bath, and may even start the race with him, though I’m going to urge him to go on ahead as soon as he gets his eye in.
No run today.
