I have (had) a plan.
My plan is (was) to complete a half marathon this year.
It was going to be in May – but I didn’t make the starting line.
It was going to be September – but I’m not going to be ready.
I’ll save the detail for Sunday’s running update but in brief I’m back in the injury bench again.
Or is it still?
Oh how I wish this weren’t the case.
Oh how I wish I could take part in my 10k on Sunday.
Oh how I wish I wasn’t so delicate and easily broken.
My wishes are dreams.
And my plan?
Well, I guess there will just have to be a new plan.
Another new plan.