Day 101: Of Hills, Holidays and the Ongoing Madness
The Easter "Holiday" There’s a strange ritual that marks the start of every Easter break at my school—and it involves not rest, relaxation, or even the ceremonial unwrapping of an early chocolate egg. No, it’s me, waking up at 6am and heading into Rochester to run an A Level revision session for Year 13. Tradition is a powerful thing, particularly the kind that requires coffee before sunrise and a whiteboard pen in hand before most people have even remembered what day it is. Pavement Pounding and Cookham Climbing Due to the early start and location, my run once again looped the now-familiar pavements around The Math School. Originally planned to be just over an hour, my ever-vigilant Garmin Forerunner 955, with all the smugness of a digital life coach who definitely doesn’t have kids, suggested a reduced 40-minute session thanks to a rough night and a sore lower back. I wasn’t feeling great. The kind of “not great” where your body keeps filing complaints to HR and HR just...