Well…the weather has been unforgiving hasn’t it??
Whoosh with the wind and the rain has been coming down sideways for the last few days…but yesterday there was a window of opportunity for me so when I’d made everyone tea I donned my running gear and off I went…heading to, yes, you guessed it, the canal…
Set my work podcast off (🙄) and my jeffing programme and off I went…
First 5 min warm up nicely done, time for my first cadence drill…too fast to take everything but the sound of birds in really…which was lovely…next came a couple more Jeffs and then the cool down…I noticed a little robin on the fence and as I ran it flew a little further in front of me and landed on the fence, waited till I caught it up & flew further on…it did this about 8 times…when I got to the steps to head home it just sat there watching me…
Now, I know when we lose someone we tend to cling on to the hope that they’re with us somehow…I know they’re always in our hearts but we have the white feather thing, the robin thing…looking for signs that our loved ones are never far away but is there any truth in this???
I’ve had a tough few years with one thing and another and I could live really done with my mum being around…well maybe, just maybe she’s been here all the time? Who knows……