Hiding and running

I have been hiding. I was waiting to hear about a job that I was really excited about and didn’t want to tell people about it in case it didn’t work out. But the only way I could not tell people about it was by not speaking at all, so that is why I was hiding. The job isn’t happening now though, the part of the project I would’ve been working on got cancelled, so I suppose I had better stop hiding as it is not the most healthy of activities.

As well as hiding, I have been running. I am hoping to do a long distance run in a few weeks...

I’m normally pretty coy about where I live, but I think anyone who’s interested has probably worked out by now that I’m among the grounds of Harrow School, where the boyf works. So I might as well just own up to it because it will make explaining the run sitch a lot easier and that is probably the main thing I will be boring you about over the next few weeks.

This is because the run is organised by the school and most of the runners are schoolboys, although some teachers and other people connected with the school join in, like lovely me. It is called the Long Ducker and is from Harrow-on-the-Hill to Marble Arch and back – 20.8 miles. That is a very long way to run. And there is a big hill at the end, which is not really what you want after running nearly 20 miles.

I have been out training with most of the people who are running the course for the last couple of Sundays. I am by far the most rubbish person who is doing it. I know it’s probably not all that helpful for a 30-year-old woman training for her first run to compare herself to a group of 18-year-old sporto boys (and the handful of adults who are all experienced long-distance runners), but when that’s who you’re running with (or rather behind) it’s kind of hard not to.

Being crap has never stopped me from doing anything before though, so I’ll stick with the training and see how it feels in a couple of weeks. There is the option of only doing the second half of the course, but I fear that won’t give me the level of smugness that I crave.

Besides I like very long runs – especially when they are taken by people who I do not like. Ha ha. My wit is almost a quick as my feet.