Saturday marked fifty days until the marathon, and if beneath the surface I held some anxiety about that fact, I managed to hide it well.
In fact Saturday I was so unbothered by the fact I had only 50 days to go that I didn’t do anything.
I didn’t train.
I didn’t leave the house.
I didn’t get out of my pyjamas.
I barely left my bed.
It was indulgent, lazy and exactly not what I was supposed to do. But it was enjoyable.
And yes. My pyjamas have cats on them… I feel that Kim Rowe may have had something to do with that.