So my plans for week 5 were full of angst about where and how as I travelled round the country. Unfortunately all went pear shaped as on Monday the dreaded lurgy struck... gave up the travels on Wednesday night with an extended trip home due to "a broken fish plate outside Grantham" (apparently it joins two bits of rail together) followed by a train in front with brake problems... I was in my fat pants and dressing gown within 3 seconds of opening the front door; what a blessed relief!
It seems that a nocturnal, demented walrus has taken up residence in my chest and is keeping me (my husband, my neighbours and the cat) awake so it can bark at the moon. Although I now feel considerably better, I'm still barking away. But the sound is beginning to be drowned out by that voice in my head that says if I don't get out there and run, I'll never go again. I so don't want to give up, but I'm just not sure how to approach this. Do I attempt to carry on where I left off? Do I start again? Do I go back to bed with a hot water bottle and a medicinal gin?
Help me people!
(PS... I'm also thinking of lobbying for penalty fares for people who moan for 30 minutes or more when sitting on a delayed train. How many times do you have to point out to someone that trains can't overtake each other unless there's a siding and there aren't any between Selby and Hull? So no, "they" can't do anything about it...just SHUT UP!!) Sorry...needed to get that out!