There was only talk of running last weekend, no actual running. A trip to Dublin, a distraction from matters domestic, there was no riding either. A busy few days, but no sport. Tomorrow, I have my final 8 week review, and hopefully a green flag that allows me to legitimately hit the road, or trail, or track, or treadmill, or trampette. Anything. But something made me smile today. There was a car coming. Fast. It caught me out. Next thing...a big cheesey grin comes across my face. I was running...across the road. And it felt good. One more day...
