Day 106 – Sausages, Slopes and Small Mercies
Saturday dawned, as Saturdays tend to do , with a sense of inevitability and an alarm clock. Polly’s early morning football training was the first appointment of the day and while the action on the pitch was spirited, the weather remained dry and agreeable. No mud, no mess—just the satisfying crunch of boots on grass and the low murmur of parents pretending not to be too competitive. After cheering Polly on, we packed up and made our way home for phase two of the weekend agenda. There was no rest for the weekend warrior though—next came the supermarket gauntlet. Navigating aisles filled with indecisive trolleys and indecisive shoppers, I gathered supplies for the afternoon barbecue. The butchers proved more fruitful: three types of sausage and two types of burger. A fine haul. But first, there was the small matter of a run. Base Miles and Big Hills With the London Marathon just over two weeks away, I’m now into the stage of training where it’s all about consistency, calm pacing and ...