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02.16 – 02.22
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Sun Feb 22 2026 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)
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Life

Ηη went willingly once more to ‘Simon’s sports camp’ and came home each evening impressively exhausted.

Αα (and subsequently Σσ) got a cold and quality sleep is currently not an option for anyone. My sympathy well has almost run completely dry because I’m idiotically selfish – I just need everyone to stop coughing on me because of the ridiculous amount of running that needs to happen. I am at least trying to affect an air of being concerned and caring but I’m cursing any and all germ vectors internally.

We took Ηη and Αα to the aquarium with Naomi and her kids on Friday which was broadly great except for the wholly unnecessary and really quite depressing inclusion of penguins trapped in a basement with a weird giant picture of a snowy landscape behind them, like some sort of antarctic Truman Show. Obviously the kids started behaving like dicks towards the end, but taking the fact that they were in there for the best part of two hours into consideration, they did pretty well by their own standards.

Stress about the looming flat renovation continues to bubble away almost entirely unchecked. At least it gives me plenty to dwell on during the aforementioned sleepless nights.

I opened a PR against Zed in an effort to help colour-sight weaklings like myself.

We bumped into our next-door neighbour who’s just had a baby girl. Turns out she’s also called ‘Αα’ and has the same birthday as Αα. An elaborate long-con identity theft scheme perhaps.

Reading

Running

Running is awful, not running is awful, the only acceptable state is just having run

John Robbins (repurposing someone else’s quote about writing)

Three tempo sessions in the week and 23 miles on Sunday. I haven’t felt this broken for a while and even though it was all on the plan, I can’t help but feel like it was fractionally too much. My legs don’t feel like they’re going to be in any fit shape for a half marathon next Sunday (so I’ll try not to be too disheartened if the wheels fall off). Everyone insists that I have to trust the process, so trust the process I will.