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Day 81 – The Mystery Illness (or Maybe Just Pollen?)

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The Groggy Morning Conundrum This morning greeted me with a sensation I hadn’t missed: that telltale ache behind the eyes, a throat that wasn’t sore but certainly considering the idea, and a general fogginess that could best be described as ‘muddle-headed’. Initially, I chalked it up to the early start, having forcibly encouraged myself out of bed at 5 am with the enthusiasm of a man facing a firing squad armed with alarm clocks. But as I made the drive to Rochester, blinking at the road ahead and occasionally wondering whether it was actually getting further away, the notion began to solidify — I might be teetering on the edge of a cold. Or, at the very least, some mystery ailment that had decided to arrive uninvited, like an unwanted relative at a dinner party you never agreed to host. A Gentle Jog and Growing Suspicions Fortunately, today’s training didn’t demand anything heroic — just a recovery run at an easy pace, clocking in at just over 30 minutes. That kind of session is l...

Day 24: Back to the Grind and the Return of the To-Do List

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It’s Day 24 of my London Marathon 2025 training, and after a lovely weekend, reality has come knocking. Work is back, the training plan is unforgiving, and today’s run was a gentle 30-minute recovery session to shake off the cobwebs. The Route: A Tale of Two Gradients Today’s run started downhill along Maidstone Road – a route so kind to weary legs that it almost feels like it’s apologising. But, as all good things must come to an end, the gentle incline back up towards Borstal reminded me that gravity is not just a suggestion. I finished with a stretch along The Math School, my legs sending a pointed memo about the perils of being complacent. The Time Thief Strikes Again With the increased mileage and the demands of work, time seems to be disappearing faster than a plate of snacks at a party. It’s a strange thing, really: the more you try to cram into a day, the more elusive those hours become, as if they’ve learned the fine art of dodging responsibility. To combat this temporal trick...