No chance of a run on a Saturday. James demanded Big Cook, Little Cook at 6.30 and in a whirl we had left the day behind in the gym. Whilst Dan played tennis and Sian hit the treadmill, I nattered away to all and sundry and policed James, who as a magnet for trouble was trying to destroy the roller blinds in the cafeteria. Fabulous winter's day, real warmth in the sun. Later kicked the football around the garden and watched England destroy Scotland in the rugby. Chilling also after a decent tennis match on Friday night - had a couple of good sets with Richard, and burnt off a few calories.
Some trepidation regarding the Stourbridge Stagger tomorrow. I crocked myself for 3 months after the run last year although no sign of the stress fracture returning this time around. Will abandon the competitive edge and use it as a decent training run I think - the conditions should be really good.
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