I’ve been under running for the past week, that is I haven’t done the mileage to train up sufficiently for the Grunty Fen Half Marathon in three week’s time. Oh dear! What is one to do? Increase mileage immediately, I think, so tomorrow I’ll run for around 90 minutes. Hopefully the extra 30 minutes won’t cause any problems. I narrowly missed injury and ignominy today in Tesco (very near to the Krispy Kreme cabinet where people had formed any orderly queue to indulge their perverted passions). Lorna and I had just popped in to pick up a couple of items and Lorna, attempting to move me on from the magazine shelves, gave me a forceful push. Catching me off balance, I fell against copies of Total Carp, Carpology, Carp Talk and top shelf Nuts and possibly involved Zoo too, which prevented me from crashing to the floor. Thankfully the shelving section held and didn’t topple over causing a domino effect. I was shaken but managed to make it to the fresh soup aisle and subsequently to the car!
A good 5K run today at Wimpole Estate parkrun. Lorna is injured and needs to take a break from running for at least two months. She did volunteering duty and timed the runners as they passed the finish line. Unfortunately she wasn’t prepared to allocate me a more favourable time. After coffee we visited the excellent Wimpole second hand bookshop where I bought Dead Aid by Dambisa Moyo, Jung and the Story of our Time by Laurens Van Der Post and God is Not Great by Christopher Hitchens.
We have just finished watching A Very British Witchcraft on More4 at 9 pm which detailed the rise of Wicca “one of the world’s fastest growing religions.” It seems to be a combination of mysticism, occult practises, nudity and sexual undertones. Not so different from the mainstream religions, then, and probably less damaging to believers.