Posted: Yesterday at 08:11
A strange day for me today, as it would have been Claire's 40th birthday. We had some rough plans to go away somewhere for it, but that's obviously not meant to be. Some of you may remember that her school put on a 10K race in her memory last year, and the funds from that went to create a garden at the school in her memory. The school have chosen today to be the official opening of that, so I'm going down for it, followed by a pub lunch at our favourite pub. It all just seems so surreal, even now 19 months on.
One thing I didn't say about my GP appointment and my tiredness issue, is that for the first time ever my GP mentioned the word "depression", as he said that tiredness can be one of the many signs of that. The thing is, I don't feel depressed (not that I've ever been diagnosed with it). I occasionally feel very down, and flat, and sometimes kind of empty/numb, but I don't think I'm depressed. When I've spoken to people who have suffered with depression they talk of being at the depths of despair all the time. That was me in the very early days/weeks, but it's not now. So in a way, I'm hoping the GP comes back with something obvious (maybe a vitamin deficiency, or something) and I can knock this tiredness on the head.
As you know, I'm not able to run this marathon tomorrow, but the organiser has kindly offered me a free entry for next year if I help out at an aid station tomorrow. I was still going to go down to watch some of the race anyway to take a few pictures for my Trotters press report, so I've taken him up on his kind offer. I have tried to get rid of my race entry for this year (he was accepting race transfers), but haven't been able to. I suppose it's quite short notice for many people to run a marathon.
Apologies for the kind of melancholy post this morning, Shadies! You haven't had one of those from me for quite a while, but I suppose I do find these "key dates" quite tough!