Before I tell you about today's run, I must make a confession. I am, it has to be said, an accomplice to a crime that happened only recently on British soil... English soil in fact... London no less... Soho... Rathbone Street... at (dare I say it?)... the front bar of the
Marquis of Granby... about 9 o'clock one Thursday evening... (sigh, hangs head in shame)...
A friend of mine, and a hero to the cause it is true, but none-the-less a criminal in the strictest sense of the word, or at best perhaps slightly misguided, or maybe just slightly pissed at the time (on account of it being his birthday), on a recent visit to the aforementioned premises during a holiday in the mother country,
stole not one but
two Fullers London Pride pint glasses from the aforementioned Marquis of Granby. And then, and here's the rub, he smuggled them out of the country, concealed them in his luggage for the entire duration of a British Airways flight to Australia,
and failed to declare them at Australian customs; then
insisted that I have one of them!
Well, what's a bloke to do? I accepted, of course.
Shameful behaviour I know, but when a mate goes to that amount of trouble, well, one just has to help hide the evidence, doesn't one?
So, I have to keep low for a little while until the heat blows over, so I'll hang out here for a bit...
Anyway, confessions aside, I have something of genuinely profound significance to tell you. I, that is me, myself, MLC Man, the personification of
night owl-dom did something known to have happened only a handful of times before in the existence of MLCMankind. I actually
got up early and went for a run
in the morning. Rash, I know. And I really don't know what came over me to make me do it, but do it I did. And I was rewarded with a rare sight - I actually saw, for the first time in my life, a water spout! Not the vapourous things exhaled by whales, but a tornado over the water. Now it only lasted a few seconds, and didn't even make the evening news, but a water spout it was, and I saw it from my treadmill, dead in front of me. Excited, I was. I nearly fell off the wretched machine in disbelief...
And it was a good run, too. Felt great for the rest of the day, and then just as the adrenaline of that was dying down, my crim mate hands me the stolen goods I mentioned in paragraphs one to three.
And just to round out an interesting day, I was told to be at work early on Monday morning in order to watch the World Cup final. Well, strictly speaking they're not paying me to
watch the game, but that's what I'll be doing. If I can stay awake that is - kick off is at 4 a.m. local time
Maybe I should go for another early run first? Or I could drink a pint of something interestingly alcoholic out of my stolen glass? Just to give it a sense of occasion, like?
Either way, I'm enjoying my return to the RC School of Running.
Cheers
July. Just July.
