Strange Day

There are some sick bastards out there, aren't there? What makes people think that they have the right to blow apart innocent people to get their point across?

Words can't really express what I feel about this, or not eloquently. Disgust, mainly, sorrow, and a bit of selfish relief that everyone I know in London seems to be OK.

What a come down from yesterday. From the joy of beating the French, sorry, winning the right to stage the Olympics, the high of Race for Life and the excitement about the amount of money I raised, to this.

The other big development of the day (back to my weight and fitness rather than sick sick terrorists) is the 10k thing. I've been half heartedly thinking about doing a 10k, but have been putting it off until "after Race for Life". Well, it's after Race for Life now. And I have found this. It looks ideal.

But it's only about 10 weeks away. That suddenly seems very close. And 10k suddenly seems very far. Not that the 5k last night tired me as much as I expected running it at that speed to do, but 10k is twice as far. And I've only managed it once before. Still, that's once more than some people I guess.

I think I'm going to do it. But where does that leave the Abbey Dash? I haven't been able to find any details for that yet, so don't want to miss out on a 10k altogether. But at this rate I might end up doing two. Eek indeed!