June

[Sweder]

I couldn't allow June to slip by without a last effort.
It's been a poor running month in Swederville, a 'step back' month if you will. July looks like more of the same so it's vital that I keep feeding on limited opportunities such as this morning.

Took advantage of the ungodly hour of my awakening (must put my mobile on silent tonight :o) and against the pressing weight of my ugly preconceptions mounted the hotel tready. LAX is, I'm told, not the place for an early morning (or late morning, or any time really) neighbourhood jog. Inglewood has a reputation referenced graphically in some of the most violent gangster movies including Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs. With this in mind I almost skipped to the healthclub, positively enthused at the prospect of a safe, airconditioned plod.

Note to self: must gain a degree in advanced aeronautical enginerering so as to be able to work the f*&!!* treadmill flightdeck. I spent ten minutes starting, stopping, walking, sprinting, cursing and hammering at the array of chirruping flashing lights, all to the (personal) soundtrack of Motorhead in full violent thrash. Luddites unite! Rise up and trash the machines! Beware Skynet! Call the govenor! Call the Governator!

Fifty minutes of i-pod and sweat staring at Hispanic morning television with the occasional furtive glance at some of the finest, firmest Californian buttocks a man could wish to see did a fair bit to change my view on the subject.

Same time tomorrow then
[SIZE="1"]50 minutes, six miles, couple of 'hills'[/SIZE]