Get plenty of rest. You know as well as I do how easy it can be to overtax oneself in a new city in the days before a marathon. You & Boston are a dangerous combination
Don't feel too badly about Moyleman. the fates are cruel beyong measure; I've been chewing up anger and bitterness as well as loss and sorrow for the loved ones cheated out of more happy years with him. But like the twister that takes the church or the school but leaves the gin house the foul disease that took him has no moral compass, no premeditated plan. It destroys, it invades and ruins lives without discrimination. Chris knew this. He found it hard to accept - I've no doubt we'd all say 'why me?' - but he of all people lived a good and wholesome life. He was in a lot of pain, and would not have wished to be remembered as a person who suffered but as a man who lived his life honestly and to the benefit of those around him. To me he was a giant, an inspiration, someone capable of dragging the impossible out of the improbable. Warm, honest, the genuine article.
I've been reading his dairies here - like his life, all too brief - and it's lifted my spirits. It's like speaking with him again. His humour, his unique window on the world, it's pure Moyleman. For a while in the dark hours of early morning it was like having him sat in the next chair. I don't want to sound glib but RC gave me that. I've sent links to his diaries to Tina and Camilla. In time they might want to pop in and visit the Chris we knew. Hopefully, like me, they'll shed a tear or two but leave grinning and in awe of his power to positively affect everyone he met.
Run well mate; you deserve a good one.
