Last night I found myself staying in a static caravan just outside Bognor Regis.
A town so crap that if you need to ask how bad it is, just imagine a windswept coastal wasteland infested with amusement arcades, fish & chip shops, confectionery stalls and care homes - oh and a Butlins - where even I reduced the average age of resident by 35 years. Imagine that and you may be close. Just maybe.
I took the car out from the chez "Savannah" (yes really) to measure half a mile, thinking that if I did that twice, I'd match the previous evening's plod. Bugger me if I didn't run it thrice.
Now I recognise that most here would spit on that distance, hey even The Great El G recently plodded twice that distance after a few month's lay-off, but I'm pleased. Suzie mentioned earlier in this thread that I should take things slow and easy to start with and she's right, yet I know it won't be long before I'll feel the need to start cranking up the distances a tad, and I'm looking forward to it.
At the moment I'm still
en tab too, but I've a tennis club beer-soaked quiz and curry fest this coming Friday, followed by a 70's theme party on Saturday (Sweder would you mind awfully if I rummaged through your wardrobe
), but on Sunday, the future starts....again.
For the first time in too long I've tasted that endorphin enduced post run feeling, and I like it. I like it a lot.
[SIZE="1"]p.s. Boss, whilst I appreciate you bumping my forum TTT, would you mind awfully taking the "resting" off my name - I feel such a charlatan with it there.[/SIZE]
The Future Starts Yesterday
