for I am a lapsed graduate and I have not really run for over a year.
Due to old in-laws, an old parenty-thing and starting a new business - and our son about to start uni - I have found precious little time to run. Father, forgive me for I am weak and my limbs and waist are a bit flabby...
Today, Father, I start afresh. A new pair of rather natty Brooks running shoes [thanks Coventry Runner - strange as I live on Dartmoor - for an excellent service] and some new socks and here I go; back to W1R1. It should be easy... it should be, but it may not be. Half a banana and some tea inside me, the dog rearing to go - yeah, right! - and off I jolly well go. Father, please be with my ancient limbs and huffing and puffing lungs, and guide my steps and lead me not into cow or sheep poo, but keep me out of the puddles.
Amen.