Day 75: Rest Day, Reflection and Running for a Cause

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Today, I was afforded the luxury of a second rest day this week. My Garmin Forerunner 955, the ever-watchful companion on my training journey, kindly informed me that I hadn’t been getting enough quality sleep and had not fully recovered from my run last Sunday. To add to that, yesterday’s threshold run had really taken it out of my legs, so I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised that the watch called for some downtime. In a way, it’s like having a personal coach who’s as strict as they are considerate—though I suspect it could be a tad more forgiving on the days I’d prefer it to be a little less ‘helpful.’

While I’m grateful for the extra rest, I can’t shake the feeling of apprehension. It’s like I’m being told to step back just as I feel like I’m on the cusp of pushing forward. But, as always, I trust that the watch knows what it’s doing—after all, it’s got more sensors than an overly cautious weather station. There will be tougher runs ahead, I’m sure of it.

Running for a Purpose


As it’s a rest day, I thought it a good time to share something close to my heart. I've decided to run this year’s London Marathon not just for the personal challenge, but to support two causes that mean a great deal to me—one that honours a great friend and another that brings joy to my local community. I could have opted for a solo adventure, but I believe that every step I take can be a step toward something bigger.

The first cause is The Brain Tumour Charity, nominated by my dear friend, James Cork. Many of you will know James as the frontman of our band, Under The Wood, where he channels his unmistakable Americana sound into performances that have captivated audiences for years. In 2023, James was diagnosed with a brain tumour, but instead of letting it dim his spirit, he’s met every challenge with a remarkable level of positivity. His strength is a force to be reckoned with, and knowing that my miles will help support people like James makes each one feel that much more significant.

The second cause is Sittingbourne Carnival 2025, an event that embodies the heart and soul of our community. Every year, the carnival fills the streets with colour, music, and an undeniable sense of togetherness. It's a celebration of local talent and a chance for everyone in Sittingbourne & Milton Regis to come together. By raising funds for this cause, I hope to contribute to making sure that the carnival continues to bring joy for years to come.

Every Mile Counts

As I continue to train for the marathon, it’s not just the miles that matter, but the meaning behind them. Each step will be for James, for Sittingbourne, and for the causes that bind us all together. If you’re able to donate, whether big or small, your support will truly make a difference: https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/saul-kay?utm_term=JezXJN25R

Thank you for following along and being a part of this journey. Now, time to rest... at least until tomorrow’s run.

Location: Sittingbourne, UK

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