June

[Sweder]

Off to sunny Istanbul again, this time for a full week of hard work in the blazing sun. Not sure how much running's going to get done, but your money is safe if you put it on late nights and plenty of raki.

Another gym session yesterday - pbs on the rower and cycle - and another five muggy, hilly miles this morning. By my reckoning that's . . . quite a few consecutive days of gym or running. Natural law suggests I should see some benefits sometime soon but unless I'm pregnant progress is woefully slow.

Still, a good sweaty blast across the downs today.
Sacked PR and went back to the i-plod; happy days! Motorhead, ACDC, Tom Petty, Zeppelin . . . wonderous stuff. Once again the last mile or so yielded a perfectly synched song - Stairway to Heaven kept me companyfrom the top of the sheep field right to my doorstep, the final refrain drifting away as I turned the door handle. Magical stuff, but it doesn't take the award today. That goes to Texas Flood, a wonderously atmospheric blues guitar feast from the sadly missed Stevie Ray Vaughan. It must have been quite something to see that cat wail live.

There is a gym tucked away in the bowels of the Attakoy Crowne Plaza. I wonder how many times I'll get to see it.