Hlaf-marathon
There will be other days. Today is half-marathon day, it's sunny and 16 degrees. Perfect, after these last icy months. And I'm not running. On Thursday evening I had a fine half-hour run, which, multiplying by four, would have brought me home just inside two hours. But on Friday I had a temperature, headache, and muscle aches in my legs so that I couldn't wait to get into bed at six o'clock. Today I still have a bit of a temperature, and a nasty cough. I'd struggle to run five kilometres, never mind 21. I may still head into town to watch the finish.
Why do I run? Not just to get to the end in a certain time. There's a bigger picture, of exercise and being outdoors and enjoying life. On Tuesday we fly to Australia to spend time with relatives and friends. That's more important than any run.
There will be other days.
Why do I run? Not just to get to the end in a certain time. There's a bigger picture, of exercise and being outdoors and enjoying life. On Tuesday we fly to Australia to spend time with relatives and friends. That's more important than any run.
There will be other days.