Day 29: Pre-Race Rest and a Touch of Family Pride
Today, I found myself walking the delicate tightrope between gentle movement and necessary rest, all while gearing up for tomorrow’s Canterbury 10-mile race. It’s almost like a dress rehearsal, only with more mud and fewer costumes. A Morning of Family Triumph The day began in a rather muddy field—one of those places where shoes go to become permanent residents of the swamp. I was there to watch Polly at her football training. She’s an absolute force, channelling the determination of someone five times her age, while still managing to make a lot of adorable mistakes. But her commitment shone through, and she was named one of the players of the week! The trophy she received was practically glowing with pride. Of course, it could have been the sunlight reflecting off her beaming face, but who’s counting? It’s moments like these that remind me why the little victories in life are just as sweet as the big ones. A Short Base Run After the morning’s excitement, I laced up my running shoes an...