Tomorrow’s 10K race in Hyde Park is suddenly in the balance. All was going swimmingly until this afternoon, when I managed to trip over a tree root on a footpath. No serious injuries, just a few grazes, but the painful toe seems to have woken up again. I’ll have to take a late fitness test.
I’ve also broken one of my cardinal rules about alcohol the day before a race. New Year’s Eve was suddenly too tempting. On top of that, I heard today that I’ve got a new job, and a small celebration seemed to be in order. A glass of wine with my chow mein was surely allowable? Inevitably, this became 3 or 4, and suddenly a trip to the local pub for a couple of beers seemed an inescapable social necessity.
But who really cares? It’s new year.
Let’s hope it’s a good one ahead for all of us.
