If Haile Gebrselassie was to take a job at the Co-op in the village, I bet he wouldn’t have to take an extended lunch break to run 10K. As observant readers will know, I’m not Haile Gebrselassie, I didn’t run a half marathon in a new world record of 58 minutes on Sunday, so I did have to take an extended lunch break to run today’s 10K
It was unscheduled.
At 12 noon I was sitting at my desk, doing… stuff. Then the boss called a meeting, and announced that he was leaving. For many people reading this, it’s the sort of news that might spark an office celebration, but not in our case. We’re a small, closely-knit team, and we’ve now lost two good people in a couple of weeks. I was fed up, and glancing through the window at the bright wintry sunshine, decided to get out for some fresh air.
6.2 miles was longer than intended, but I just kept on along the canal for as long as I felt I could get away with.
I was running away.
It’s another useful dimension to this activity. Sometimes you just want to get out and get far, far away from the epicentre of misery.
