“All my trials Lord, soon be over…”
Perhaps not quite all of them, but at least my I.T. woes may be on their way out, with the arrival tomorrow of a new PC. Computer troubles are as dull as traffic anecdotes, so I’ll not go into detail. But let’s just say that I should soon be able to catch up on all sorts of mini-web projects before long – like getting the Almeria pics up and even [GASP] uploading the new site design.
It’s been a cold week – fab for running. Monday was particularly severe. I got home from work just as the snow began to fall. Monday is a rest day but I couldn’t resist this, so I got changed straight away and did my usual round-the-block short run. And then I repeated it at 7 a.m. the following morning to enjoy the crunchy conditions underfoot and some more light snowfall.
What a great start to a working day.
Quote of the week from Radio Four’s Today programme this morning: “If you’re still reeling from the withdrawal of Pot Noodles following the Sudan One scandal, help is at hand…”
Tonight was farcical. At the last minute, I decided to team up with the local running group again. The meeting place is about 3 miles away from home, and normally just a few minutes drive. But Sainsbury’s must have replenished their shelves with a clean batch of Pot Noodles, because the queues to get into the place were clogging up the surrounding roads and I got caught up in the chaos. Result? I arrived at the sports centre where we meet just in time to see the group vanishing into the darkness.
I parked rather lop-sidedly and pelted after them – but they’d disappeared. For a few moments I felt lost and miserable and stupid. All dressed up and nowhere to go. But then I decided, what the hell? I’d run anyway. And I did. And it was grand. Cold. Very cold. But I felt fit and strong, and polished off 4 hilly miles in a pretty decent time. Just as I was pulling out of the car park, the group arrived back. It was odd. I still felt as though I had run with them. Sort of group running on my own.
