Last weekend I was sitting, shivering and weepy, in a cattle shed somewhere outside Cheltenham, waiting for Tim to arrive and take me home. If you’d crouched in front of me then and said “Next weekend will be better. Much, much better.”, I probably would have sworn resoundingly at you. But you’d have been right….
Bloody brilliant idea
I was wittering about race prep this morning, as you do. What…? No, really. You do. Anyway. This year, I am mostly running with my very excellent friend Rebecca. She’s very lovely and very zen and we always have the most excellent, giggling time. We did Manchester marathon together in the spring (I know; I’m…