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Phoebe is the best.
She just told me to write that. Now she's crashing my blog as well as my streams.
She's gone now. She is the best though.
Usually if I don't go for a run in the morning I don't have the energy to do it later. Phoebe had the day off and I looked after her in the morning, though she can look after herself pretty well now. She was more or less skiving as it turned out, though I think she had genuinely been nauseous and tired first thing. It was my fault for getting stuck in the mud. But we'd tried to fit in too much this weekend and we were all feeling under the weather.
So by the time I'd made lunch and made a loaf of oaty nut bread and finally got round to doing the second part of the leaves clear up (pretty much finished the job, but the bin was full again - it was a good work out) and I'd done some other bit of admin and prep for podcasts it seemed like a run would be the last thing I needed to do.
But somehow I found I had a decent amount of energy. I ran up the hill and got to the next village and then looped round through the horse fields and started heading home. There was a direct route that would get me home at about 6km, but I remembered another route we'd used to take a couple of years back when preparing for the half marathon and I wondered if I could find the way home from there again. The sun was setting and the light was beautiful. There were weird pockets of freezing cold air and by the ninth kilometre the sun was down. But the run was easy and I felt great and I managed ten kilometres without really feeling tired. And then, immediately took the dog out for a walk. It's great to feel this fit again and to move so freely and easily. It was a muddy run with a few hills and the 10km took me 75 minutes, but it was amazing to have managed it at all, let alone so easily. We may be moving to a town next year and if we do I will miss getting out into nature so easily.
Due to a fuck up that was not Bill Bailey's (or my) fault, it turns out he was not actually booked for the RHLSTP on 22nd January. Hopefully ticket holders will be happy to hear that he has been replaced by Bob Mortimer. If not, I suspect you'll be able to sell on your tickets easily.
This week's retro RHLSTP hasn't been out before (well only to people who backed the kickstarter)
it's me interviewing me. Hope you enjoy it. Richard Herring may seem a hapless idiot, but somehow he really got me to open up.
