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I had no inclination at all to run this morning and it wasn’t until I had consumed my huge espresso that I could even countenance it! This lack of inclination, in addition to a chilly wind, meant that the longs came out for the first time since the spring. The mind is fascinating though, as when I actually [...] It’s a brilliantly executed, tense thriller with a cracking plot, for those people that like to have to think about what’s really going on. 4 hours 13 minutes or so is good for a half marathon, no? I’ve just updated my About page (on the tab at the top) in case you’re interested. Let me know what you think! My legs were heavy, but that’s not normally a problem: it was actually my mind that wasn’t in gear. They say that grass can do that. This time last year, my mother, doing her bit for recycling, was busy flattening a milk carton by rigorously jumping up and down on it when it tried to escape by running away. Dai had carefully explained how to whisper to a horse yesterday and so we ran away. In a straight line! Wow! What can I say except that it was a great day: the sun shone, the beer was cold, the prams conquered, the chili was awesome, the Oyster Bay Sauvignon was a hit, no blood was spilled and the garden survived! I thought it was quite a profound conversation but Dai is an intellectual so it probably just sounded like idle chitchat to him. |
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