A plate of
Curried Thor helped a little, and today I hit the treadmill for a tentative leg loosener: my first run in five days. Unusually for me I went out with no idea of how far or how fast I might run, but it was pretty quickly clear this wasn't going to be a huge run. After 6km I'd had enough, but it was sufficient to open up the pores and watch all those nasty little bug things drown in honest sweat, rather than have them engage in intra-bod warfare. So I feel better, and it's a few more clicks in the plod-bank.
Regrettably I'm out of scotch, so the hot toddy will have to be a glass of rather fine pinot noir. What a shame, eh?
Track
du jour was Judas Priest's
Breaking The Law. Just 'cos.
Manly May
