A quiet day today. For most of the rest of Europe, it’s a holiday. And as it’s a massage day, it’s also a rest day. I ran about 11k of trails yesterday, feet and legs felt fine, positively bouncy. I felt a bit achier today, but I think that was more delayed soreness from the Pilates and strap sessions of Wednesday.
Intimations of mortality yesterday when I heard that a writing friend of mine is gravely ill in hospital. I knew that she was not well, but not that it was quite that serious. We haven’t seen much of each other since a conference in January – but she was posting on to Facebook until relatively recently and anyway fb silence usually means an approaching deadline. Karen is 70, so only 12-13 years older than me. Over a lifetime, that’s not much of a difference really. Fingers are crossed that she pulls through, but I have to say that I’m not optimistic at this stage. All a reminder that life is short and the only thing you can do is make the most of the time you are given.
Have just got notification that the ballot for London next year opens on Monday. I’ll probably end up entering ballot as belt and braces, since they haven’t opened up the good for age entries yet. It would be just my luck to hold out for GFA until after ballot closes to to find out that they’ve made the requirements more stringent. Mind you the chances of getting through in the ballot are lottery slim.