Somehow I’ve cricked my neck this morning in the shower. The injury list just goes on and on.
I bike again, even though it’s still windy. I sit at my desk afterwards my legs throbbing in appreciation. At least I think that’s what they were doing.
In some random moment of optimism, that I will one day be fit again, I enter us both in to re-launched Derby Ramathon. The original race ran from 1983 to 1996. So this is the first running in 18 years. Not that it will on the same course or anything but it’s good to see them recycling the name and Derby does need a high profile half marathon (and maybe in the future a full marathon). Hopefully this will be it. Almost instantly all its 1000 places are taken.
The ride home is wet. It’s still raining when I go to dog class which is thankfully indoors but the car park is basically a swimming pool.
It is a new membership year and everyone is giving me their subs, mostly in cash. I have a right wad in my pocket but only until the club treasurer turns up and I have to hand it over.
(Wednesday 8th January)