Crazy weekend

The weekend started in a very promising fashion with a boiled egg and soldiers and coffee in my favourite mug :-) ( Ooops, I couldn’t resist dunking a couple of soldiers before I took the photo…what a bad blogger!)

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Then it was on to pick my friend up for an easy and traffic-jam free journey to Torquay (despite Glastonbury). However when we arrived it did look like a cloud had landed on the coast. It was the great British summer in all it’s glory.

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The rain was absolutely unbelievable :-( But there is always a silver lining as it meant an afternoon spent relaxing with the paper and my knitting. :-)

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It made a really nice change for both of us to be able sit down on a Saturday afternoon so it was actually a real pleasure. :-)

Finally the rain lifted a little and we set off to explore, find the car park we would use before the race and locate a nice bar for a glass of wine. I have to say that sadly we didn’t see the English Riviera in it’s best light. I am sure that with lots of glorious sunshine it would have looked a lot better! It also must have been amazing in it’s heyday when the upper echelons of Victorian society visited. I found some wonderful old photos here and here.

The one bright spot that caught my eye despite the torrential rain was this amazing row of beach huts. They were quite stunning and so beautifully looked after.

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I can highly recommend here for tapas. I totally forgot to take photos as the food was devoured before I thought about it but I did snap the wine which is equally as important, as I am sure you would agree ;-) (aren’t those glasses lovely? I would love to get some like that.)

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Sunday was spent running in very hot weather along a road that I could have sworn should have been flat but unfortunately for my poor legs was very, how shall I say it, undulating! But it was worth it.

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Lunch followed with the lovely Roger the Lodger and her family in Pizza Express before we hot-footed it home. We crammed so much in that it felt like I had been away for a week :-) Perfect.

Boston

I never know whether to post about serious things but as a runner the awful events in Boston really did resonate with me. I feel very sad that such a positive event was hijacked for negative means. Innocent people have had their lives irrevocably changed in a moment. Such a contrast to a normal race day.

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Race days pull together every type of person (male, female, tall, short, young, old, first-timers and old -timers) in every capacity (organiser, marshal, runner, supporter) with the common goal to make it a great day. The joy of seeing a loved one run, finishing your first race, getting a personal best time, raising money for charity. There is nothing like it.

Which is why it is so sad that Monday was hijacked for negative reasons. The day became one full of fear, confusion, sadness and grief. It also seems sickly ironic that so many people (if the stats in the papers are true) have lost lower limbs whilst supporting a run.

I truly hope that the London Marathon on Sunday is a good day.  That the horrors of Monday won’t put off the runners and supporters. I really wish I was proudly running it with them.