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)
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