Yesterday was a year since Fluff left us. I find that it has all gone incredibly quickly.
Our son was only a a few weeks old when all of this happened and if ever there is a reminder that life goes on, it was our two boys to care for.
In under 2 weeks, 18 of Ian's friends and family ( 4 out due to back injuries or imminent fatherhood), will travel to Newcastle for the run. It has been a year in the planning and a year worth of training for most of us. We are all getting a bit battle weary with it now and will be relieved when the job is done.
I am really grateful to my mates for sticking with this. I didn't realise when I came up with this rather barking plan that it was essentially what I needed. Ian never came to Newcastle, so being up here and him not around, wasn't too unusual. That made it very surreal. Team Atko, the planning and the training has reminded me daily of what has happened and why we are doing this. It has helped me enormously.
Yesterday, to celebrate Ian's life I had a plan to go and run 8 miles, listening to Foo Fighters and generally doing it Ian-like. I was supposed to Go Big, tick off another training run and be on top of the world, reflecting and making sense of Ian and his life. It didn't quite go that way. 4K in, my calves were feeling super painful and I inadvertently stopped and walked the last 1K home, fearful that I was about to rule myself out of the race. This was the first run where things actually really hurt.
I stretched my legs, sat in a cold bath with a Peroni and realised that it had been just another day without Fluff around.
Tim
ps The bath works a treat, and the legs are functional again!
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