The title says it all. My lack of keyboard action has been down to the fact that the training has been upped and so too, it seems, has the ante of life in general. The snow finally bade us farewell about 2 week's ago and it has made pulling on my running shoes feel that little bit less treacherous these days. When you find yourself trudging through a few inches of snow at -5 degrees for a few weeks!!......you start praying for the big melt to arrive.
But all in all it pales in comparison to what the people of Haiti have had to endure. Such a catastrophe makes one grateful for having the ability to be able to run, to be able to inhale at the start of each day without breathing in rubble, to be able to wake up in your home knowing your family are OK. A magazine called Pairs-Match published some photos last week and, on seeing said images, the horror of this act of nature put my perspective very much in place. As terrible as it is I am, however, warmed by the actions of people the world over. I have followed this story and witnessed a spectacular out-pouring of kindness and generosity by my fellow man. I hope that you can all spare a thought and a prayer for the people who are much less fortunate than us.
Back to the blog....
Running..... right, sorry I went off on a tangent there. I am fitting in as many hours training as possible at the moment. Pearl spends a few hours a week in child care with "normal" kids and has adapted really well thus far. That gives me time to go out and gallop knowing that she is in good hands. The first few times I dropped her off I would waste at least fifteen minutes going home to get changed into my New Balance kit and heading out again. So I reckoned it was much easier to drop her off in full Lycra regalia than doing two wardrobe changes within twenty minutes. It turned out to be a worth my while, time-wise that is, but,the looks from the other parents and teachers was a mix between surprise and.....perplexity. You would think they had never seen a man in tights before and its not like I had walked into a K.K.K rally dressed as Boy George. But people are now asking me about the training and one or two seem interested in flexing the legs. Maybe a business as personal trainer beckons. Who knows what the future will bring. I, for one, do not. All I know is that every day of health is a gift.
See you round the bend.
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