
It's been a miserable day, cold and raining. I've spent a couple of hours sat in traffic (the junction of the M5 where a bag of bones has been found didn't help me much) and the rest of the day sat in a cold hotel conference room doing a revision course for my senior reporter exams and probably failing some mock exam papers (I may have suggested in one of my reports that a lighthouse - in the middle of the sea - was to be turned into a museum. Don't ask me how).
It is days like today that you need a bit of a pick up - and it came in the form of Dom and Liz at work texting me as I sat in a lecture saying "well done". For what? They then explained that I'd made it to the shortlist for some trainee journalism awards (grandly entitled the NCTJ awards for excellence! ooh er) for a couple of stories I've written this year (obviously not the lighthouse one) - which put a great big smile on my face. I'm the kind of person that likes to get a bit of encouragement, which can be hard in a newspaper environment where a lot of the time you learn from mistakes and sometimes don't get much positive feedback - so this is just the pat on the back I needed to make me feel, yes I can do these exams and yes - I can do my job! I'm making a big deal of the being shortlisted part - because I am pretty sure I won't win my category, so I might as well bask in this little but of glory. Why not?
More relevantly to this blog, I also have a smile on my face this evening because I did another 15 minute run, and my bad-ball-of-foot is ok, even if once again the rest of my feet KILLED. I lay on a mat doing my stretches afterwards, inwardly sobbing with the throbbing pain... which lasted about.... well, a minute. I'm not convinced that it will be perfectly ok from now on, I am trying to take it really slowly. Come on foot, you can do it.
