Busy times, busy times.
I’ve been getting my running in again this week, but don’t seem to have enough time to write about it. Yesterday in particular was a stupendous morning for running. Bright sunshine, even warmish. One of those mornings that whoop at you, and remind you why you do this stuff. Four fantastic miles.
And this evening, at long last. At long last. I’ve been talking about it for months. For years, even. Tonight I finally made it along to the local running club to have a sociable potter round the track and get a feel for this new adventure. And there’s more.
Apart from joining a running club, another new year resolution was to marshal at a race. A casual chat with one of the committee this evening has sorted that one out too. Looks like I’ll be helping out at the London Marathon this year. Tower of London, Mile 22. This is an interesting place to be. I can catch the front runners at Tower Bridge as they come across at Mile 12, then slip back over the road to Mile 22 to pick them up again as they approach the end. Mile 22, eh? There’ll be a lot of distress on show at that point.
The downside is that, being the end of the race, it’s going to be a very long day. There will still be plenty of people coming through at 3 and 4 in the afternoon, I’m sure. Such slow-coaches wouldn’t meet with everyone’s approval, but I’m looking forward to giving them the welcome I think they deserve. Should be an eye-opener, and will set me up for my own rendezvous with satan in Copenhagen, three weeks later.
And so we come to the end of an eventful month. Two races. Some great running moments and some horrible, barren periods. Hard to believe that the Silverstone bus adventure was this month — just 24 days ago. It seems like twice that period.
April will be difficult. There’s a lot of work to do, plenty of pain to feel and to see, and a ton of adventures waiting to be plucked from the running tree.
Can’t wait.
