Eight days and counting. That’s when I will run my first race! The Plymouth Half Marathon. I look forward to it. I had been training quite a lot and all went well. And then suddenly everything went pear shaped. I had to help Rob with his field kit, herd archaeologists down confusing mines, repair bikes, clean ladders, prepare and give seminars, rescue damsels from damp caves, go wild with Roland (OK; that was not really necessary, but doesn’t this count as networking?) absorb knowledge on large mines, prepare and participate in project meetings, and sometimes try and find time to have a cup of tea with Neil. One might gather from this list that a) there wasn’t much time for running b) I was tired enough as it was without running. So with the half marathon approaching I ran more and more like a wet newspaper. Ah well. Now I can try to have a week with sufficient sleep. And a few final training runs. And then next week the denouement!
I have, in the process, turned into a running geek: I (sloppily) keep track of my runs online. And sometimes even calculate my average speed over the various runs... this one evidently was done before life got too hectic!