Side on at 60mph

The car didn’t stop at the lights. That much was true. The fact that the lights were green at the time didn’t seem to concern the police officer standing over Martin who, frankly, looked like he wanted a good reason to try out the gun that currently sat, holstered but unclipped, by his side.

It probably didn’t even have to be a good reason. Any reason would do. One chance to take out the gun, release the safety, and empty the clip into anyone he could find.

Martin didn’t want to die. Ok, that was not completely true. He didn’t want to die just yet. Not for another 37 minutes. But he didn’t want to be blamed for killing the idiot who must have jumped a red light. There was no way Martin could have stopped in time. Nor should he have had to, given that his light was green. And green, as far as he remembered, meant go. That is the reason his car hadn’t stop at the lights. That is the reason Martin hit the idiot, who must have jumped a red light, side on at 60mph. That is why Martin met Officer Loaded Gun. That is why Martin was going to be late. And today was not a good day to be running late.

Martin looked at the ground. He had his shoes on the wrong feet.

This, of course, didn’t matter when the bomb went off.

Swim

Swimming is nice.

6 x 25m at a slow pace
16 x 25m at a faster pace
6 x 25m at a slow pace
11 x 25m slow/25m faster

Enjoyable. And feel like I could have done more.

Maybe I should have done more. Slight aside, I love the fact the swimming pool felt the need to have a yellow hazard sign warning people about wet floors in the shower.

Succeeding at last

He wasn’t expecting that to work. Finally he had managed to succeed.

Unfortunately, his attempted suicide was supposed to be just that. An attempt. A cry for help. A final shout into the crowd of people who so often failed to acknowledge his very being. And now, it wasn’t a cry, it wasn’t a shout, it was a suicide. An end. But also, he realised as he looked down at his lifeless body, a beginning. The beginning of what he did not know. But he intended to find out. He was pretty sure it couldn’t get any worse than the crap that had been the previous.

Maybe this will be ok, he thought as he picked up his bag, stepped over his former shell, and headed out of the hotel. Strange. His bag had traveled with him to the afterlife. But not his hat. That remained on the floor. He had liked the hat. Though the pool of blood it was now sat in meant he didn’t mind too much about leaving it behind.

Running with Siân

Two pairs of trainers

I really like visiting family. It’s great.

This weekend we headed down to Somerset to see Siân’s folks. There are many good things about these times. Food usually plays a large part. A lot of laughter, too. The kids have plenty of time with their cousins. We were also treated to a trip to the theatre to see The Girl and The Giraffe – very entertaining, and thought provoking.

One of the best things,though, is the ready made child care and the chance for Siân & I to head out for a run. We don’t often run together so it’s always good. This time was a 10k along the canal in Taunton. I didn’t take my phone so I had to make do with a photo of the trainers.

Missing the long slow run

Over the last few weeks I’ve managed to run once or twice a week. This has mostly been down to a regular run in the dark with Matt. The weekly habit has really made me want to get back into a proper running routine but I am struggling to fit it in. I am very aware of the lack of a long slow run at the moment. To go out and run 10+ miles slowly would be great round about now.

Shame I’m supposed to be working…