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04.06 – 04.12
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Sun Apr 12 2026 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)
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04.06 – 04.12

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Life

I continue to find Ηη’s moods completely unplayable. And my behaviour in the aftermath of a combination of his outbursts is never anything that I’m particularly proud of.

Σσ floated the option of me heading back to London with her to get the flat prepped for the renovation, leaving Jim and Ange to deal with the kids for a few days. I feel slightly guilty about it, but not so much that I didn’t grasp the opportunity with both hands.

Σσ drove the two of us back to London with Ηη and Αα only slightly too happy to see the back of us. We can only assume non-stop pancakes, marshmallows, unfettered access to brain-rot telly and refined sugar ensued, but a small price to pay for some long-overdue childcare.

Me and Σσ went out for a meal in the evening sun on Blackstock Road and just about managed to find conversation topics beyond, ‘what do you think the kids are doing now?’.

I spent a blissful few days alone in the flat, moving all of our furniture into the spare room in a game of 3D Tetris, while blasting through the first two seasons of Welcome to Wrexham.

I resisted the not insubstantial temptation to spend an afternoon in one of the many pubs’ gardens that I walked by in the mid-20s London sunshine.

Then I started missing the fam a lot and was delighted to be reunited with them on Saturday.

Reading

Flesh by David Szalay (hard recommend)

Running

I wasn’t quite emotionally prepared for another tempo run on the Tuesday – I kind of assumed I was in full taper mode after last Sunday and it almost broke me. I thought I’d be very happy with the taper, but now it’s here (as I have since come to understand is very common), I’m finding the whole thing stressful. My legs feel heavy, I’m convinced I’m getting ill, and I’m petrified that I’m losing fitness. Classic ‘maranoia’, or (my new favourite), ‘taper tantrums’. Apparently I have to trust the process and everything will fall into place on race day. All that remains is for me to check the long-range forecast for Manchester about once every three minutes.

  • Tuesday: Tempo9.36mi at 6:31/mi
  • Wednesday: Easy 45'5.30mi at 8:52/mi
  • Thursday: Tempo6.10mi at 6:53/mi
  • Saturday: Steady 45'8.20mi at 6:47/mi
  • Sunday: Heathside LSR13.13mi at 8:12/mi