There is a great temptation to leave this to Cliff for a brief comment. Suffice to say that it’s amazing what you can do on a Bank Holiday weekend, even if you do spend the middle day recovering from a run!
So, a hearty thank you to all the readers of FosterRuns.com and to all those who have commented to boot… you have made both my writing and my running much more enjoyable and I hope that you will stay with me as I run headlong into a second year.
I chose not to run this weekend, but I did start to prepare the ground for my new shed so I don’t feel as if I have been slacking.
The trainer this evening was Martin, who introduced himself to me after I had run the 800m warm-up by getting me to do another lap on my own, split into fast, faster and fastest.
What is the purpose of working for yourself if you can’t be spontaneous on a work day?
There really is very little in life that beats good honest manual work, fine food and great friends!
Last night we had a mere taste of the place, but if the flair that they brought to a simple barbecue is anything to go by, this is somewhere worth remembering for that really special occasion.
At the suggestion of Ray and Marian at the weekend, I joined the Haywards Heath Harriers for a training session last night.
We set out into the lightest Monday morning traffic that I can ever remember. I know it’s the school holidays, but the absence of a few teachers surely cannot explain why the roads weren’t clogged and heaving.
The shed was duly loaded into what can only be described as a prime contender for the ‘builders van of the year, 1989′ and father and sons trundled off… driving over the kerb at the corner of the road in the process.