“Country to Capital”
I really am the luckiest person alive. When a friend lets you blag a bed at her house so that you don’t have to get up so early to catch a train, and then rearranges her morning plans so that she can walk you to the station, you know you’re lucky. When another friend picks a parkrun* so that he can pop along to your race to say “hi” at two of the checkpoints, you know you’re really lucky. When a third friend hobbles** into central London while sporting an airboot to whisk you off to the pub at the end of the race, you know you’re extremely lucky. When two more friends view a cancelled Sunday 10k as a valid reason to pop along to the finish to cheer you over the line, you know you’re pretty much the luckiest person alive.
And when you arrive home and your long-suffering spouse makes food and drink appear on demand, then you know for certain that you really are the luckiest person alive.
*Which was then cancelled due to ice. 😦
**Though she’s now so proficient at walking with it that she easily beat me up and down the stairs on the way to the tube.