I’ve just returned from a quiet weekend in Melbourne. I did almost nothing between Friday and Monday apart from spending time with family. I read That’s not my pirate to my niece and taught her to say Yarr. I had lunch at Melbourne Hall with my parents, watched some TV with my sister & Dave and had a barbecue. I did very little writing. And it was great.
My main achievement this weekend was yesterday’s run. With my half marathon approraching I needed to ramp up my training, particularly after last weekend where I gave up after three miles with a stitch. On Saturday I managed 10 miles, taking 88 minutes to do it – I may not be the fastest person in the
world but I’m pleased to have reached this point after years of being sedentary.
Next weekend, in Brighton will be much busier.