Uproot

I've entered a rather bizarre phase in my life, one I've seen coming for a while. My nearly two month summer break has drawn to an end - it was like being a school child again - and I'm starting back at work tomorrow. It's just that work is 150 country miles away from my home, where I've left Ian holding the fort, and the cat, for the working week.

So I am in a peaceful holiday home in Sea Palling, which is Norfolk's closest beach resort, and feeling a little apprehensive about my first day's actual work as a fully fledged speech therapist tomorow in Great Yarmouth.

I can see the stars here, even though it's a full moon. In a couple of weeks time it's going to be stunning out there. No light pollution, no sound pollution. No telly or wifi, just radio 4 and the faint buzzing of a fridge. I might turn the fridge off when I take my beer out of it. What a racket!

I am uptodate with my training schedule. I remember right at the beginning of all this, when I could barely manage 10 minutes running, my friend Ricky pointed to the 14th of September's '100 minute, easy run` as a particularly unachievable target. Well, Ricky, I did do it - sort of, 60 minutes on the cross trainer, and then 40 minutes on the treadmill directly afterwards. All this and then four hours driving. Surely one or two donations are in order?

Thank you to Liz for doing just that! She states that she'll be doing the Great Eastern Run the week after the Greaet North Run. I hope she's not planning on doing both - that would be ridiculous.