The boy is back...and not for turning

After a bizarre moment on leaving a Mother's Day morning tea at The Ritz, when we saw Baroness Thatcher and her son (Maggie and Mark to some), where the three most dominant females forces in my lifetime, my wife, mother and the ex-Prime Minister all rubbed shoulders, I finally got back running after ten days off. I knew it was going to be an auspicious day today.

I've been swimming three times during the last week to keep up a certain fitness, eating the same amount of calories - just because I like to, and just been itching to get back and pound the pavement.

I'm pleased to report the foot which was giving me grief seems fine and although the pace wasn't exactly up there with previous 4 milers, it feels like I've never been away. 

Tomorrow it'll be a five miler and a build up until running 10 - 15 miles on the weekend.  Even though I've been eager to get back I bet by Wednesday I'll be fed up again with going out in the cold and rain.  The grass is always greener isn't it.

Anyway back to Mothers Day I wonder if Maggie and Mark had sarnies and scones like us. Bet they didn't.