Well I woke up at 4, had breakfast, went back to bed but was up and out the door running with Cole at just past 6. Dark, foggy and raining so as well as my head torch I had to find something for Cole, turns out a flashing LED armband is Cole collar sized! I wouldn't normally but there are zero street lights anywhere near my house.
Of course running in the dark brought out neurocollie... 'Fuck, the Tardis' (lit phonebox), 'fuck an alien' (plasic bag).
Good run, followed by a long day in work then straight to the Governors meeting. I knew what would happen, when the Chair stood down everyone looked at me. By the end of the meeting I conceeded that I would seriously consider it if I didn't get the job... I knew I was going to be the obvious choice, and I feel guilty because I know that if I had time to sink my teeth into it, I could lead it all strongly. But I have spread myself so thinly with all this, the work 'occasional table' (someone will get that one) and all the race organisation stuff, D's shifts and stress of OU Degree on top of that.
The whole fucking job situation, I don't know if I want it or not.
However, there will be people here ho remember how wound up I got about getting lost on the Parrot Relay last year and letting the team down... To the point of Google Earth, overlaying GPS movements and much more...
Well all this stuff means that I haven't got a fucking clue about where I'm running on Sat, but that's a Google Earth panic for Friday evening.
Edited: 09/10/2012 at 20:58