a fool’s errand

Today I was a highly involved cheerleader for a friend who desperately wanted to complete a half-marathon in memory of her friend. Regretted my decision at 5.15am as I prepped a picnic. And again at 11am when the heavens opened. Also, I was running with someone else’s number (because she dropped out fairly last minute) so it was thoroughly confusing when Geordies kept calling me Michelle (each runner’s name is on their number).