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When I return to work on Tuesday, L asks if I’m basking in my post-marathon glory. Not really, as they all think I’m nuts.

In the evening I hobble through dog training while L goes to her running club where they play tag, supposedly after a hill session. She has now signed up to become a member and her transfer with UK Athletics has clearly been rushed through. Mine took months when I signed up with a new club. So she is now a Smalley Road Runner although I’m going to have to get the map out to show her where Smalley is.

On Wednesday, L and Daughter run the Trent 5 at Beeston. I decide to rest my legs, spectate, exercise the boys and try to stop the Lad joining in.

(Wednesday 22^nd May)