May

[Sweder]

Well that could be the sound of the Paddy Waggon siren but thankfully things aren't that serious. The gentlest of lopes of certainly no more than 4 miles revealed a definite twinge but little else. I'll take my place on the grid in Brussels and see what comes my way.

I've been taking Glucosamine for about a month but perhaps in too small a dose. I'll up the intake and see if that helps. No doubt the offended patella - if indeed that's what it is - got fed up with the relentless downhill pounding at the end of the Three Forts. I can't recall the niggle before that anyway.

Otherwise a pleasant enough wobble across the downs on a lovely warm afternoon. I managed to sweat out about a litre of rioja - I recently discovered a rather moreish Marques Gran Reserva of 2002 vintage that slid down like liquid silk on my travels. A couple of bottles made the journey home with me this morning to sit unmolested until Sunday afternoon.

Musically I received mixed messages today. ACDC screamed they're gonna 'Walk All Over You' - whether this was me walking all over the course in Brussels because I could no longer run or taking the literal sentiment of the song I was to be the aggressor and stick it to the circuit was none too clear. Iggy Pop, appearing for the second outing in a row as I started the climb back up to the Stables with Lust For Life appeared to confirm the latter. I eschewed the obviouos invitation to up the pace; just as well as the very next number was as ominous an offering as I was likely to get; Alice Cooper snarling 'Welcome To My Nightmare/ Welcome To My Breakdown.'
Hmm.