Definitely a more autumnal feel to the weather this week. I managed to miss the worst of most of the thunderstorms, but did get soaked a couple of times.
The management shift directly above me at work has been finalised at last, after about a year of machinations. Rupert’s demoted himself so he can finish his career back in a more hands-on technical role, and Anders (who’s already in the team) is taking over. Apparently there was one other candidate, but we don’t know who – it’s almost certainly better that we’ve got someone internal who isn’t likely to start randomly changing things just to make a mark. This of course increases the number of the regulars at the monthly Fat Cat ex-colleague meet-ups that I’ve worked for by one.
An outrageous three consecutive days with no running after Tuesday night, in preparation for the Coastal 10 on Sunday (obviously I did parkrun on Saturday too, albeit very slowly). As I have for the past two years, I went down to Felixstowe on Saturday afternoon to help put out the signs ready for the race. We’d done all but one mostly in the dry, then got hit by a downpour putting out the mile three marker on the prom.
The race itself went acceptably well, helped by unusually good weather conditions (last year it was blowing a gale, and in 2023 it was ridiculously hot), but hindered by the fact that all my races since the marathon have been 10k or under, so 10 miles was a bit of a shock to the system (trying not to think of next weekend’s 13.1 …). No Holly or Maria to form our normal little peloton this year either, as they were both marshalling.
We thought there was a plan for a bit of a club social after the race, but there seems to have been a bit of a breakdown in communication and no-one was told, and The Hut was locked up once they’d finished using it for organising the marshals. We ended up sitting in one of the shelters on the prom instead (not even facing the sea!), then braved the rain in the evening to go back out for some dinner and a few beers in the Cricketers.
