for my grandmother.

Its hardly anytime since I lost my grandmother. It would have been easy today for me to stay in my bed, covers over head, feeling sad, and sorry for myself. Or I could have gone for the run I had planned. I have realised the runs I have dedicated to Michelles memory, I have run without regret and without the desire to give in.
Today I ran for my Grandmother, in her memory.
I arrived at the beginning of my run to meet Tony, already feeling deflated and unsure I could manage it. I knew the majority of the run was uphill (Benarty Hill), and I also knew I had neither the desire or confidence to do it well. I also know,now having run in it a ridiculous fashion that my Grandmother would have appreciated both the effort and in turn the comedic side of the run.
Not five minutes in I developed a stitch which quite easily could have stopped me in my tracks, back to my car, and home to the comfort of my quilt. But I felt I had to at least make the effort to quit in style. The first 21/2 miles of the race are steeply uphill, and I can't begin to explain the expletives going through my head. I jogged, walked, ran, came to a total standstill several times through this period, totally believing this to be the biggest, longest hill in the world. I was an emotional basket case, and probably even worse physically. All in all, the foundations were not good.
Poor Tony, coped with my moaning all the way up, easily ignored my bad language, and happily laughed when I fell down.
At the top of the hill, it would have been nice to believe that due to my drastic weight loss that I was in peril of being blown off the top of the hill altogether. Probabilty being I could still anchor a rather large cruise ship!
Anyway, I made it up and ultimately down again in one piece.
Several miles and hopefully hundreds of calories later, here I am to tell the tale.
GT, this ones for you.