A bad run

It was always going to be a bad run last night. I was home a bit later from work, so by the time we had gone for our family walk and I was setting off for my run, Philip was close to his bedtime: I would be back after he was asleep. I didn’t like…

September

I’ve been meaning to write a post for a while now, perhaps to give an update on how my training has gone in the past month or so. But the only words I can think of to describe it are Greek. And they aren’t even mine: Είν’ η προσπάθειές μας, των συφοριασμένων· είν’ η προσπάθειές…