I've only just realised that Sunday 2nd November was the third anniversary of my initial surgery. It's both good that it was three years ago, and also mad to think it was so long ago that my son, Noah, wasn't even conceived yet!
Not really got much more to say for this week, other than that I was busy at work all Saturday and spent four hours chopping wood and making a bench seat for Noah on an old tree stump. So another week of no running, but I have been busy doing at least some form of exercise. I promise there will be a run this weekend. Probably Sunday as Ant if off to watch the rugby on Saturday.
Actually, make that late Sunday as I doubt Ant will want to be up too early after a long day of tea and cucumber sandwiches.
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