I bring greetings of great joy…..
I ran 4.5 miles this morning pain free after my horrific and debilitating calf tear which has put me out of action for 4 weeks. My plans for winning the Loch Ness marathon are back on track, well I might get round, oh ok then, I’ll probably struggle since it’s in September and I’ve not done any long runs but I’ll still try and win. Actually, if the truth be told, I’ll be happy as long as I get to go out dancing afterwards.
I met Gareth on my run who was out doing a tentative little amble after he’d torn his calf muscle as well. What are the chances? I didn’t know Gareth until this morning but if you’re running on the canal, then I will talk to you. We were wearing matching compression socks.
We are at the park. We’ve had to come to the park as Dangerous was winding everybody up. He’s gone off with Thug Pug for some man time. He’s quite possibly winding Thug Pug up now as well.
Living the fucking dream.
At least I can drink wine happily this evening content in the knowledge that I’ve really earned it.