|Happy memories of the Llanelli Half Marathon! Post-race triumph!|
My enforced absence has been due to a troublesome posterior vitreous detachment (no, not a troublesome posterior) which – she says keeping everything firmly crossed – seems to have settled down. I hope. Though, of course, since both my eyes are the same age and are equally short-sighted it’s possible that I’m not out of the woods yet.
Anyway, this morning all went well. From that first moment of picking up my heels, filling my lungs with cold, clear air and settling into the familiar rhythm of the ground passing under my feet, it was an utter joy to be out there again. I didn’t realise how much I’d missed it until Tom said, ‘how did it go?’ as I walked through the door and promptly burst into tears! It might well have been the slowest, most tentative run I’ve ever done – but it was a start.