I didn’t run on Monday. I meant to. I took my kit to the office so I could run home. And then I remembered that I was going to see Uncaged Monkeys at the Hammersmith Apollo. Rats.
I didn’t run on Tuesday. I meant to. My kit was already at the office. But then I remembered that I was meeting a friend in London after work. Ooops.
I promised I would run today. Home. From work. Using my kit that was ready and waiting at the office. But then five o’clock came and I was in a meeting. And six o’clock came and I was developing a headache. And my kit was from Monday when it was sunny, not from today when it was overcast. And I have a silly niggle in my left knee which it would be silly to exacerbate so close to race day. And a headache. And the wrong kit. And did I mention a niggle?
But BUPA is in less than 12 days. And next week I’ll be using the taper excuse. So this week really is my last chance. So I really ought to run. But I really don’t want to get changed. So I could put on my trainers and just run as far as the bus stop. Show willing, as it were. And if there isn’t a bus, I could always run to the next stop. Or the next one. Or the one after that. And it won’t matter that I’m not in proper running gear if I’m only running that far…
…of course it will matter if I end up running all the way home. Which I did. In linen trousers, cotton socks, and a long sleeved black cotton top.
Soggy doesn’t quite cover it.