As April Fools go, it wasn’t what you’d call a whizzo stonker, but I was still taken aback to get four emails asking me to reconsider what I wrote in the last entry, as well as a few messages on the forum. What began as a joke ended up making me feel like a rotten cad.
No, I’m not planning on giving up just yet, though I am getting anxious about the schedule. The calendar’s running out of squares, and I’ve still not run more than 13 miles. Yesterday was supposed to be 15, but I was able to squeeze in just 11, before having to head back to keep an appointment. I’m looking for a man. Not just any man. He has to be strong and decisive. And reliable. And own a digger. And not charge me too much to use it in our garden. I think I may have found him at last.
The run was OK. Bitty. It was no problem doing the 11 at a moderate place. Worse was the constant nag that this wasn’t going to be enough. I pottered up and back along the canal for a couple of hours, being sprayed with a fine rain for most of it. This meant it wasn’t a great day for photography, but I did get some reasonable snaps:
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