Saturday is fast becoming my favourite day of the week. Due to watching Custom House FC play it has always been up there as one of my favourite days, but lately it has nudged its way to the top of the chart – and it is all thanks to alcohol.
Before I head off to do my Custom House FC duties I have started popping into a pub by the station for a couple of beers and to watch the world go by and maybe have a little read of the local paper. They say that the smallest pleasures in life are the best.
I should have stayed in the pub, Custom House lost 2-0 and to be honest I don’t believe it was a good performance from our side, but I’m in the minority there as everyone else thought we played very well.
Because I have a race tomorrow I opted for a quiet night in with a takeaway, The Football League Show and Match of the Day.
I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, normally I am pumped up for a race, but for the past week I have been dreading the day coming. Is it because I’ve had to give up playing football tomorrow (a decision that was incredibly hard to make)? Have I lost my motivation to run so soon after the last time?
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