I should be telling you about all the stuff which has happened since last weekend.
I should be telling you that I went to Fulham Palace parkrun, a three-ish flat tarmac lap course where I was joined by a whole host of parkrun friends and ate a lot of cake.
I should be telling you about my 19-hour volunteering stint at the Whitchurch Aid Station of Centurion’s Winter 100.
I should be telling you about my struggles to fit training in around two jobs, an evening course and an Open University module.
I should be telling you many things, but I can’t, because every time I try, it turns into a very dry statement of facts.
So I shan’t tell you any of it. Instead, I shall tell you about some of the inspiring people that I had the pleasure of spending time with at the weekend.
At Fulham Palace parkrun, I was joined by Zoe Wright, who has an incredible capacity to find enjoyment anywhere. You know those people who enjoy nothing and who allow tiny imperfections to ruin their memories of otherwise fabulous days? Who remember only the things that go wrong and never the things that go right? Zoe is not one of them. Surround her by chaos and imperfection, and she will somehow manage to find a positive to enjoy, and that enjoyment is contagious.
At Whitchurch, I met Glenn Hatrick, a triathlete who makes diamonds look softer than marshmallow. Unable to take part in the Piece of String Fun Run due to an impressive collection of injuries, he put his endurance pedigree to good use and persuaded more than one runner to carry on out of the Aid Station and make it to the end. And then, when a friend of his came through just outside the 24 hour pace, he put his lacerated feet (storm, sea, rocks), dislocating knee-cap and bad back to one side and paced his friend (and another runner) over the last four miles, bringing them home with over 15 minutes to spare. Oh yes, and he then ran back to the aid station to finish up his stint.
At Streatley, the finish-line, I watched the last hour of the race, and saw Shawn Timmons lay some SDW100 ghosts to rest with a sprint finish (at SDW100, he dropped at my Aid Station), and Ann Bath complete the Centurion Grand Slam.
All of which made me wonder: if I put my mind to it, what would I be capable of? I wonder if I’ll ever find out.