In the evening, the young boy said that if the Earth were flat, the edge of the planet would be a tourist attraction. Indeed. I never did think of it that way.
And just like that, the feeling of the awful, bombed out race in the morning seemed to dissipate. Sometimes – isn’t it that for all of us – the quirkiest of things, the strangest of moments, seem to change the dynamic of an entire day.
Of course the double decadence chocolate cake at The Big Chill helped a great deal too. So did buying books in Bahrisons. These moments, just sauntering, talking, browsing, tasting, laughing, is it not this that one can call a day well spent. Including the run in the morning. Even as the outcome left much to be desired, and baffled me – at least I have the opportunity to race. And the opportunity to benchmark me against me.
Tonight, a small whisky perhaps, and a bit of contemplation about the edge of the Earth and all the people peering through, looking out at the vastness of possibilities ahead.
Writing about Running 