Funnily enough, Sweder and I were talking just the other day about the fact we both (as others also do), think about what to write in this blog whilst we are out running. The post-run, endorphin fuelled runners high we all experience is usually enough to get us to write some garbage or other even though its not what we thought about whilst running because of course, thats all forgotten.
It got us onto the subject of what we would write after a bad run. Well here it is
...
Mrs SPs car has had a slow puncture for a while now. Every fortnight or so Id be out in the drive with the £16.99 Halfords special plug-it-in-the-cigar-lighter electric pump, topping up a flattish tyre. Quite why she cant do this arsing job herself is another matter! A while ago we were given a spare wheel (complete with new tyre) by a friendly mechanic. The wheels off a different car but the tyres the right size.
Bear with me
.
This afternoon I had the superb idea of driving her car over to Quikfit, leaving it there for them to mend slow puncture/swap tyre over whatever
. And instead of having to hang around, fit in a 5 mile run!
All went to plan on the car front, but the run was crap! Along a main road and uphill into the wind wasnt the best way to begin and it really just got worse from there. I could never get going, the breathing didnt settle down and frankly I just wanted to stop. To cap it all (ha ha
) my right knee started to ache. I turned back early, and stopped back outside Quikfit with
jobbie stopping at 4.21 miles.
Perhaps a reasonable distance, but a bad run because it
felt like a bad run. But heres the fun part
Shed borrowed my car while I had hers. And whilst I was getting it mended, she managed to (in typical female style {err
probably}), clip a passing wall and take off the near-side wing mirror!! Well theres gratitude for you. My new car, so new it hasnt even had its first service, is now sitting in the drive looking all forlorn.
Bad run, bad car day. Bollocks, and goodnight!
