Day 77 – Another Base Run and a Friday Feeling
A Chilly Start This morning, I once again awoke in good spirits—an occurrence I have learned not to question too deeply, lest it vanish in a puff of logic. With that in mind, I was out the door and off to Rochester. Today's run was another base run, and I was, of course, very pleased to take off down the Maidstone Road hill, letting gravity do some of the work. The route took me across the historic Vines, where the cold air nipped at my face with the persistence of an overly enthusiastic terrier. The forecast had threatened a flurry of snow, but in the end, it seemed the weather had just been teasing. It remained bitterly cold, though, as if winter had misplaced its departure ticket and was making the most of its extended stay. The Friday Rush The rest of the day passed in a blur of lessons, meetings and that particular brand of end-of-week chaos that only a school can produce. Fridays are always busy, filled with the anticipation of the weekend and the quiet, collective realisatio...