Katie, Eitan and I run a
5k in Bushy Park so the boy can qualify for the
London mini-marathon in April. The only thing worse than running a race is running a race out of shape. The dog drags me across the finish line (Rusty in first place, for dogs). Moe and Grace cheer us on.
Eitan crosses in 19:01, which would be enough to qualify him but, reading the fine print, the race must be be completed between 4 Jan and 22 Feb, so he will have to do it again.