Oh Dear......

Soooo many good intentions this evening (road to hell anyone?!) all coming to nought. A mighty annoying evening as it seems when I did the Sunday night packing, I forgot the compression top. Now I guess I could have gone for a non-sporty-t-shirt run, but we all know what that leads to don't we boys and girls; and joggers nipple is not something I am interested in revisiting. It hurts, A LOT!!

I freely admit that whilst the predominance of the decision-making process is as above, there may have been 10% of 'I've had a long day at work and would very much appreciate a night snuggled up on the bed, watching the football and having my tea, and not fagging round the Steven paths of cycleage'. Not sure yet, but I fear it might be a worrying thing when the reaction to this unfortunate series of events is less disappointment, and more relief. So far I have not had a run since last Sunday, and whilst the long runs are getting longer, I need to keep on schedule with at least three runs per week; preferably four.

Still feeling calm, still feeling good; but I don't want to reach panic station (you know the place; one stop down from Ithinkimintrouble Square, just before AAAAAAAAGH Central) as you usually arrive there when it's too late to remedy the situation. We're not there yet but it's just around the corner.

So, if I'm going to have the evening off, I am determined not to spend it worrying about the running I am not doing. I will indeed be watching the football. Doubtful that I'll be making it out on the road after a three and a half hour journey home tomorrow night, but Friday it's time to get back out on the streets.....in a non-red-light sense of course; ooooh the offers I have had.......!! Five miler should get me ready for a Mara on Sunday morning (do you get that one??)'.

At least I managed to get down to breakfast this morning; there is something quite masculine about eating porridge......and then I go and take a swig of coffee with my pinky finger sticking out.....

....67 days to go...