You may have noticed there’s not much been going on here recently and that’s pretty much because there has been no running.
Just before the new year I started couch to 5k again and I’ve got as far as week 4 run 1. Really struggled to run for 5 minutes at a time but managed to complete the run as part of parkrun when I was visiting family.
As I’d finished the official session I got my Gym Boss out and reverted to my 40/20 run walk ratio which felt much easier. I’ve yet to try my second run of the week and actually have done no running this week.
This is mostly due to me seemingly having turned into a fair weather runner and there has been so much rain I’m wondering if I should start building an Arc and round up some animals.
I’m hoping for some dry days soon so I can have another go. Have been thinking of what I want from my running and I think I just want to run for fun. Happy to change my mind in the future as I do have a big scary goal but that’s not for any time soon.
Not much else to stay I’m afraid but I will pop in here and update on how things are going.
I went on a little adventure on Saturday that involved a 4.30am alarm and a 3 hour 20 minute drive. My destination was Bridge or Orchy followed by a train ride 2 stops along the line to Corrour.
I had booked an over 50s trail running with Girls on Hills and was very excited to try something different. I got to our meeting point very early and soon met other ladies from our group.
Our guide, Nancy soon joined us and when everyone had arrived we headed to the station for our half hour trip to Corrour.
On arrival we left a bag at the station house then headed towards the Loch Ossian Youth Hostel to see the facilities and say hello to the warden, Jan.
It was rather hot so we were hoping for a bit of a dip in the Loch. It was very easy paced which was just as well as I’ve not done much running recently and I had initially been worried knowing we would be covering around 10 miles.
Nancy was great pointing out various hills and points of interest the whole way round. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking and I fell behind a bit as I was taking so many pictures.
We stopped for a rest and some lunch and a paddle for those who wanted to. Our first potential attempt had been thwarted by the presence of cleggs (horseflies). They were vicious.
I decided that it would be too much effort so after a lovely break in the shade of trees we carried on. To be fair I did more walking than running but I was melting. Managed to polish off 1.5 litres of electrolytes during the circumvention of the Loch.
The miles ticked off and the group split a bit with some of the ladies heading back to the Hostel while myself, Louise and Nancy headed to the Corrour sign featured in the film Trainspotting for a picture.
We then headed back to the Station House where we had booked our dinner. It was then we discovered that our train back had been cancelled. A fair amount of drama followed with Scotrail initially being fairly unhelpful given there were at least 30 passengers stranded.
There was very little information getting through to us and when it did it kept changing. Then suddenly when one of the staff checked, the train was back on, scheduled to arrive around 2 hours later.
Everyone was a little sceptical at first but it was on the board and it did indeed turn up so we were safely transported back to Bridge of Orchy. It was here we said our goodbyes as we each headed for our respective homes.
I promised I would rest if I felt sleepy as it was now 9.00pm. I felt fine but stopped at Broxden to use the facilities and I got myself a coffee before continuing. Make another quick stop in Dundee for petrol then headed for home the coffee doing the trick.
I was stunned how it never got totally dark. There was still feint light when I arrived home just before 1.00am. Bring wide awake I unpacked and had a shower as I was covered in a combination of sun cream, smidge and salt from where I had been sweating.
Despite the train issue I had a brilliant day out in great company and I will definitely do something like that again.
I have saved the best for last and the pictures follow.
I’ve wanted to run London Marathon for more years than I’ve been running. Like many others I’ve sat over the years watching, crying and being incredibly humbled by the grit and determination of all the runners.
My dad ran it several times and although the route has changed over the years it is the only marathon in existence which would enable me to follow in his footsteps.
So when I got my club place (Garioch Roadrunners) I was both delighted and petrified. Over the past few years I’ve attempted 2 marathons, but not managed. A DNF for one and a realisation that I was struggling with training for the second so I dropped down to the 10 mile alternative. This made me a little nervous.
I trained by time this year rather than distance and I was a little concerned that this would not give me enough miles, however I decided to trust the process.
Before I knew it I was on my way, first via train to Aberdeen the my first and probably last trip in the Caledonian Sleeper. The bed was comfy but there was mo way I was going to sleep particularly well even with earplugs given the noise and movement. I would say I rested well and woke early in the morning. We’d been delayed but after breakfast I got myself organised. Arrival at Euston was around 40 minutes late in the end.
My room for the night
I headed to my hotel and left my bags and then headed off to pick up my number. This all went reasonably well other than I felt like the room was moving. I think my body thought it was still on the train. As the day wore on this feeling continued but lessened thankfully. Once I’d picked up my number I had a look around the stalls and found my name on the wall of participants.
There’s me
Talked to a few more runners and their supporters before I saw the lovely Dr Juliet McGrattan who I got a fabulous hug from. I then went to collect my T-shirt which I would not normally get but I’d decided that this would be my last marathon and with it being the 45th edition I would like the T-shirt. I also made a donation to Trees Not Tees as I was trying to lower my personal carbon footprint for the event.
I had one last wander around picking up a couple of supplies including socks for my PT, Michelle, I headed back to the city to grab a bite to eat and to meet my sister and niece off their train. Once they were collected we headed to our hotels. There was enough time to unpack and have a shower before I headed out for food with my sister.
We had a lovely meal but only I managed pudding. It wasn’t a late night and I had a great sleep.
The green one was mine which Paula the Positive Potato was impressed with
Saturday morning I got up and went for a little shakeout run going through both Stratford and West Ham Parks, this was followed by breakfast and a shower before I headed to get my sister and niece for a River Thames Sightseeing Cruise.
This turned out to be a fantastic choice. During our journey to Greenwich I managed to come to the aid of a lady whose phone was running out of battery. I was able to lend her my power bank to enable her to take done photos. We got off at Greenwich and had a look around Cutty Sark and what is now the University. Barriers in preparation for marathon day were already being erected.
Cutty Sark and Greenwich
Before heading back we had some food from one of the stalls in Greenwich Market and in my case that included cake. We then headed back on the boat for the journey back. We were lucky enough to see tower bridge opening twice which was pretty spectacular.
Tower Bridge
Once back to Westminster Pier we headed to our dinner spot which had been recommended by a friend. The food was delicious and this time I couldn’t manage a pudding. Again we didn’t stay out late and when I got back to my hotel I prepared all my kit for the morning. I was settled into bed but not yet asleep when the fire alarm went off. It kept stopping and starting. Upon investigation I found out that some kids had set it off and they were having issues resetting it.
They did manage to sort it so I went back to bed. I could hear people in the room next door initially but they settled down and I had a decent sleep.
Marathon day dawned and I made sure I put lube on a where I might get chafe before getting dressed and heading down for breakfast. I did struggle to get food down si brought my porridge back up to my room with me.
When I was ready I walked to the hotel my sister and niece were staying at and they walked me to the station where they said goodbye to me. I set off with the throngs of other runners. I was worried about this part but needn’t have been. Found others with the same start area and transport was easy.
Once I arrived at Blackheath it was just a matter of finding my assembly area. To work towards making the event more sustainable, London Marathon Events had offered 5,000 spaces to be part of Team Green. This meant you either did not leave a finish line bag, or you dropped one off at the finish the day prior. As I had supporters I have them a few things to bring to the finish for me.
As I am a member of The Green Runners, I did a few things to lower my environmental impact as well as being part of Team Green. These were; opting for the train instead of flying, carrying my own water in my hydration pack with an added collapsible cup if I required a small top up, using a refillable gel flask, wearing second hand kit and wearing a pair of trainers which have had both the uppers repaired using PairUps and have been re-soled. I was also featured on the BBC 2 portion of the coverage for this.
All kit together
Being part of Team Green gave me free hot drinks, picnic bench seating and improved access to toilets so very much worth it. Once in my assembly area, there was the obligatory several trips to the toilet together with a nice cup of tea and lots of chatting to other runners. I was in the last wave from this area, but it didn’t seem like I’d been waiting long before it was time to get into our start area, after one more trip to the toilet of course.
Getting to the start line
There wasn’t a long walk to get over the start line so soon I was off and running. I’d taken the decision to use a 30/30 jeffing ratio to ensure I didn’t go off too fast. It was pretty warm by now too so I wanted to make sure I was being sensible.
The first few miles the course was to too congested and all was going well. I was giving high 5s to all the children but early on I found that I couldn’t stomach some of my fuel choices. I was at the Blue start and this merged with the Red start so there were more runners on the course now. I was trying to keep in touch with my sister and niece so I could look out for them. I had also realised that the kids I’d been giving high 5s to had manky hands so when I did see my family I asked for some hand sanitiser.
I’d felt fine up to this point and was happy jeffing away, but the heat was starting to get to me too. Fortunately there were some showers sling the route and they were giving ice out. However I was not fuelling well. Inly the Turkish Delight and Kendal Mint Cake seemed to be helpful, so I stuck with those but still didn’t eat often enough. By Tower Bridge I was already struggling and the thought of having to do the same distance felt impossible but the support there was amazing. I did manage to miss one of my best friends here because I didn’t know she was there.
About to cross Tower Bridge
Turning right and seeing all the runners coming the other way was also quite disheartening knowing how far I still had to go and the noise of the crowds here was quite overwhelming. I’d noticed the top of my left foot was sore and I had some tightness in the front of that shin also so I stopped to try and loosen my laces.
Heading into Canary Wharf it was much quieter and this is how things were for most of the rest of the course. It felt good in one way, to be able to think again but when you are starting to feel down you need the support. I fell into step with another lady, Lorraine here. She and I covered quite a few miles together.
Finally round the quieter areas and saw my lovely friend Elaine who I’d missed earlier and then my sister and niece again not too long after and then them all finally together. There was support still out on the course but not as much as there had been earlier so it was starting to feel quite difficult. I did quite a lot of crying and swearing here especially when the GPS got messed up and I had no idea what mile I was at till I saw the proper marker.
I was starting to get messages of encouragement from friends and running club mates which really helped fill the gaps in the crowds. Rainbow Row was still being quite heavily supported which gave me a boost too. I must admit though that I can5 remember lots about some of those miles. I was jeffing when 8 could and walking when I couldn’t but trying to stride out. I had podcasts on and off, music on and off just to try to keep myself going.
When I properly saw The Shard and then The London Eye I knew there was not too much further to go. Make sure I got some pictures here and more messages were coming in. Turned the corner and after taking more pictures of Big Ben and the Palace of Westminster it seemed like a long way but finally got to the 385 Yards To Go followed by Buckingham Palace.
Last mile
I like to think I sprinted for the line, but I know it was more of a shuffle. I’d made it. There were tears. A medal was placed over my head and a lovely marshal took some photos for me. I wandered down what seemed like a very long way towards my sister, niece and friend, for some very welcome hugs.
Trainers taken off and recovery shake had, then lots more hugs and the waddle to the tips be station to get back to my hotel. Had to leave Elaine before the rest of us boarded the final tube back to Stratford and my sister and niece had to take me up to my room. I had a lovely shower and then started to eat all the fuel I wasn’t able to consume during the event.
Another decent sleep and breakfast on the Monday before it was time for the long journey home. Now enjoying some well earned rest and recovery.
My initial thoughts were that I was disappointed. The support is very different for slower runners and if you are not having the best of days the support really does make the difference. I was so glad I had my sister, niece and my friend Elaine there as seeing them pop up all over the course helped me immensely.
As of look back I’m now incredibly proud that I still did it despite the set backs on the day, however I have no inclination to do another marathon again. That said I wouldn’t mind going in a support capacity or helping out. It was a very long day for the marshals and they were great.
Lastly I’d like to again thank my sister, Christina, my niece, Joanne and my friend Elaine for their support and my club, Garioch Roadrunners for the chance to run it in the first place.
Definitely a case of finish line rather than finish time. London you were great but now I’m done.
I’ve been meaning to write a blog for weeks but there never seems to be enough time. Even now as I write it’s late and I have an early start.
By this time next week it will be all over and I will be basking in glory with a lovely new medal for the collection. Full scale marathon paranoia aka maranoia has definitely reared its ugly head.
Questions I have asked myself during this past week:
What’s that rash on my legs?
Why does my hip hurt?
Is that a niggle?
Have I trained enough?
Why is the skin on my right shin tender?
Is that a cold coming on?
Why do my quads ache so much?
I knew it would be like this, it always is. I’m excited, nervous, apprehensive and feel just a little bit sick. I’ve wanted to do this for so long. My chance to run some of the same London streets as my dad did back in the 1980s. I never thought I would ever follow in his footsteps.
I have 3 easy runs left to do. I’ve started packing and I may well feature on the BBCs Marathon Stories which will be aired on the day during theur event coverage, as I’m doing my bit for the environment with my choice of transport and kit.
I think in reality I’m almost more nervous about that.
So to keep my mind off things here are some of the pictures I’ve taken on my most recent run. The colours are beautiful.
Spring colours
I have also been very lucky to have some wonderful friends giving me very kind and thoughtful gifts.
I have awesome friends
Positive Potato has been named Paula and she will be joining me on my travels.
If anyone wants to track me, my bib number is 75179. My start time is just after 1100, so my alarm won’t be too early.
Before I sign off, I’d like to wish everyone doing London and Manchester heaps of luck. Run strong friends and wear that bling with pride.
Initially I was intending on documenting my training for London, but I just couldn’t seem to do it. Life has been busy and with the added training, blogging very much took a back seat.
So what’s new? Well I have booked my transport and accommodation and after some missed runs then some runs which didn’t quite go to plan, I’ve had a good solid weeks training.
Typically due to work commitments my runs this week ended up being crammed into 3 consecutive days. Not the best plan, but it worked in so far as I was training on tired legs.
Thanks to a friend I now have a treadmill at home so if I am a bit short of time I can jump on and get a few miles done. It’s been a bit of a revelation, especially in inclement weather.
So it was a treadmill progression run on Friday morning, followed by teaching a group cycle class at lunch time then going to my group PT in the evening.
Saturday was a long run of 2 hours 15 minutes. The weather was dull and it was spitting so I wasn’t in the best frame of mind especially when I realised my hydration bladder was leaking and then refreshment plans were changed. I decided to stick to the original plan because I still had a bit to run and I’d been looking forward to the change of scenery since it was suggested.
Today (Sunday) was a 50 minute easy run and the sun was shining. What a difference a day makes. Had a lovely trot around some local roads and trails and seem to have been way more productive too.
Here are some pictures from my run.
Stuck between these two this morning, but managed to free myself eventually. Looks like spring is finally here.
My aim is to get to the start line fit and healthy then just enjoy my day. There have been times of late where I really haven’t enjoyed running, but as soon as I took the pressure of going for a specific time off things started to come together.
I’ve wanted to do this race for so long, that on the day I want to soak up the atmosphere and enjoy every moment.
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I attended the NRS last year and had such a good time I decided to go back this year.
In the intervening time I read Damian Hall’s book We Can’t Run Away From This. I must confess I hadn’t really thought about the wider implications of running on the environment but when I finished the book I joined The Green Runners and made my pledge for each of their 4 pillars:
Closer to the event an email came out asking for volunteers to help out at the Village Green area so I jumped at the chance. This was an area of the show hosted by The Green Runners that focussed on the reuse, repair and recycling of kit as well as helping people to get into ultra running. Hosts were Allie Bailey and Damian Hall.
Damian Hall and Allie Bailey
There was also going to be a world record attempt for most miles on a treadmill in 48 hours by Sophie Power, and I also volunteered to be one of the official witnesses for this.
The weather almost scuppered my plans with all my trains being cancelled on Friday due to storm Eowyn, but I’d managed to make alternative arrangements which saw me heading down to Edinburgh Thursday night after work. I spent the day in Edinburgh on Friday then on an overnight bus arriving not long after 6am on Saturday morning. I got into my hotel, showered and changed and headed over to the NEC as I had the first volunteering shift.
I must confess I was rather sleep deprived but really enjoyed chatting to people. Yes, we were looking for people to sign up and make some pledges, but it was also about letting people know that even small changes in behaviour can make a difference and there are alternatives especially where kit is concerned. Running shoes can be repaired and re-soled, kit can be repaired, preloved kit is also available and there are alternatives to race T-shirts and medals.
Throughout the weekend we had some amazing speakers on stage including Nicky Spinks, John Kelly, Hannah Rickman and Jasmin Paris. I managed to catch up with a few friends on other stands but actually stayed pretty close to the Village Green. Most stands were looking to sell you things you don’t necessarily need so I thought avoidance would be the best policy.
Jasmin Paris and Nicky Spinks (photo courtesy of Fergus Mitchell)
Once the show closed on Saturday it was time for my witnessing volunteer slot. This involved recording time and distance every hour and also when any breaks were taken. By the time I got there Sophie had already been going for 27 hours and in between recording I was dancing around singing, hopefully taking Sophie’s mind off the task in hand. Spoiler alert – she broke the record.
Back to the hotel and some sleep and before I knew it I was awake and up and ready for day two. There had been some changes made to the Village Green so it was easier to move around as the space was too small for the amount of people visiting which was especially evident when Jasmin Paris was on the stage.
Jasmin Paris beside David Miller’s Barkley photo exhibition (photo courtesy of Fergus Mitchell)
I got to speak to more people and got to know more about the organisations who were part of the Village Green. There was a real sense of community and I have made some new friends.
Darren Evans who spent the weekend repairing shoes with Pair Ups and was still smiling at the end of the show (photo courtesy of Fergus Mitchell)
I was so nervous about going and the possibility of getting to speak some absolute legends of the ultra running world but they could not have been nicer. Was worried I’d try to speak and end up talking gibberish, but thankfully that didn’t happen.
On my way back to my hotel, I bumped into Lisa Jackson, author of Your Pace or Mine? Was great to have a mini catch up as we last saw each other in 2018.
Lastly I’d like to say, if you have never volunteered for anything please consider it. I know our time is precious but giving back is hugely rewarding and many charitable and non profit organisations rely on volunteers. I almost didn’t want to leave as I met some wonderful people and I’m looking forward to doing it all again next year. The big question is will my shoes make it there.
Pair Ups in action. I even gained some tips into how to make my repairs better.
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Well I’ve managed to give myself an ear worm with the title, however I’m incredibly excited to have had my name pulled out of the hat for our running club (Garioch Roadrunners) place.
I have tried to get in through the public ballot for 15 consecutive years and never been lucky. I was very close to giving up trying and was resigned to the fact that I’d never get to run this race.
I first applied when I’d only just started running and my reason for wanting to run this is to follow in my Dad’s footsteps. He had run London several times in the 1980s. I did have a note of which years but have no idea what I did with that particular piece of paper and I can no longer find the results online for those early editions. If anyone knows how I could get these, please get in touch.
I remember my Dad going running when I was at school and I didn’t think a lot about it really, but seeing this growing up is one of the reasons I run today. In effect he was my first running hero.
The only race still in existence that he ran that has pretty much remained unchanged is London and I’m so looking forward to following in his footsteps.
1981 London Marathon patch with Dad’s running vest1985 Marathon tops and running club vest
Dad will be 89 this year and has Alzheimer’s. He is unable to move around on his own now which is so sad to see. He knows I’m running and told me to get some nice pictures. I will be thinking about him with every step I take.
I had been having issues with running motivation, but this has relit the fire in my belly and I’ve been taking to the trails more and run in beautiful places.
I have also decided that I’d like to do something different and ask that rather than sponsoring me, please support our local animal rescues by sending them something from their wish lists linked below or make a donation to them directly.
Not quite sure where to start so I shall probably start at the beginning. I packed and unpacked several times and ended up with a 65 litre rucksack which weighed over 11kg (I was curious and weighed it on my return).
Decided not to drive to the station so I walked. This turned out to be the first of many walks over the weekend. Got to the station via my favourite local delicatessen, The Kilted Frog and boarded my first of 3 trains. Travel went as planned and I changed in Aberdeen then again in Edinburgh where I picked up my travel companion, Fiona. She wasn’t running but agreed to keep me company for the weekend.
When we arrived in York we walked to our hotel, Hull Road Travelodge and once there we met fellow fetchies jabberknit and rjb, who it turned out where staying in the same hotel.
After dumping our stuff we decided to head into the city for dinner, again walking both ways. The plan for Saturday was York parkrun then a walk of the city walls.
Saturday morning was grim weather as the rain came down so it didn’t take much for me to change my mind. The weather dried up mud morning so we headed for the city walks and did a full circuit before stopping for a bit to eat then heading to the Shambles which was heaving.
Too many people
We decided to take a walk back to the hotel and bumped into folks I know from York who were heading to the cinema.
We had decided to eat at the neighbouring pub on Sunday evening to save hassle and were joined for drinks by jabberknit and rjb. It was an early night after that.
Sunday morning came and it looked dry but pretty windy. Rain was forecast and I knew I’d end up getting wet so took my light rain jacket and gloves. Fiona cane to see me off and once I’d dropped my bag off came the long queue for the ladies. Got out with just under 15 minutes till the start and just as we were heading to the assembly point the rain started.
Soon we were on our way. The start is downhill, but you have to come back up that hill at the finish so I tried to take it nice and gently. Got a cheer from my York friends and not too much later I was starting to get too hot so took my rain jacket off, but still had my gloves on. I ran the first couple of miles gently then I decided to put my gym boss on for my favourite jeffing ratio of 40 seconds run 20 seconds walk.
This didn’t feel as easy as it had done previously. A male runner pulled up beside me and mentioned the upcoming hill which flattened out at the traffic lights. Dear reader there was no hill. I remembered the hill later on between mikes 4 and 5 where the route goes over the A64.
Anyway just before the point where the marathon and 10 mile routes split there were some folks playing bagpipes. I did stop for a quick highland fling since I was wearing my Flanci Cava skort which is tartan.
The Pipers
Between miles 5 and 6 is where the routes join again. Here the weather and fatigue was taking its toll on some of the runners. One of the marathon runners in front of me went down when his leg totally cramped up. As I got up to him I went over to assist and gave him some salt sticks and told him to take it slowly till the cramp subsided.
Later on another runner was limping with cramps and I asked if he needed any help. He asked if I had a phone which I did so he called his wife to let her know he was suffering with cramp and not to worry. I gave him some salt sticks too.
By this time I wasn’t loving it either but was slogging it out. I was completely soaked through. Finally got through 7 then 8 miles and got and gave encouragement to some of my fellow 10 mile runners. At 9 miles I let Fiona know I was nearly done then my leg cramped. I’d been taking electrolytes with a high salt content but that clearly wasn’t enough so I took one of my salt sticks.
I have failed to mention that I had a dull ache in my back from fairly early in the race that was not helping. Still I was nearly done, so ran to to the corner, then power walked the hill and ran to the finish where I completely missed Fiona. She had to shout at me.
I got my goody bag, then headed to get my bag and as soon as I could I got out of my wet clothes and got some dry clothes on then headed back to the hotel. After a bit of a rest I got showered. By this time the weather had cleared up aging so we headed back into the city for food and drink.
After refuelling we walked back again and I went about rollering my legs and then another early night.
More rollering this morning as well as noting that the toilet roll sheets in the hotel were the smallest we had ever seen.
My hand supplied for size comparison
Not surprisingly we walked from the hotel to the station for the journey home. All trains were on time so got Fiona back to Edinburgh before I continued north on my own.
I walked home from the station and have unpacked and washed my soaking running kit. Not sure how long my trainers will take to dry out and they certainly don’t smell very fresh!
Number almost disintegrated being so wet
Not quite sure where I’m going from here running wise, but I have another cool medal to add to the collection.
I know I have been a bit quiet for the past couple of weeks because I was still a bit unsure about my decision to drop down to the 10 mile race, but it really is the right thing to do.
During last week my marathon number arrived, followed by my 10 mile number. I’m not even tempted to change my mind.
I won’t be using one of these
I’m now looking forward to a good weekend away with the added bonus of bagging York parkrun. I’ve already started weather watch and am hoping that the weather will be decent.
This week will mainly involve packing, unpacking then packing again, probably multiple times. Still need to make decisions as to what I’m wearing.
Pleased that I have taken the pressure off myself and am looking forward to it now.
I did treat myself to some new socks because they I don’t have any longer socks and I am hoping to keep wearing skorts for a little longer.
Have tried them out and I love them. They are almost knee length on my short legs though 🤣
Off to spend the rest of the evening relaxing. By this time next week it will all be over.
Safe to say that I’ve been struggling lately, particularly with the long runs. Have found that I feel just so done in that I can’t seem to fit in running and when I did, I wasn’t enjoying it. I decided I would see how this week’s long run went and take it from there.
Well it didn’t go well. My heart wasn’t in it and I quickly gave up. I want to get back to enjoying running so I’ve decided to drop out of the marathon and run the 10 mile race instead.
It’s taken me a while to realise I have nothing to prove and I think my marathon days may be over so I’m just going to have a lovely time in York instead. No pressure.
That being said there are things I want to do so I’m just going to change my focus.
I’ll leave you with a picture of all of the cats hogging my bed.
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