December 2008

[Sweder]

Ill-advised as running with a skinful of Guinness may be, I'm proud of my efforts this morning. 23:26, a minute outside my post knee-gaaah! best, was fair reward for a sweaty, gasping slog. Post-run pastries and coffee were most welcome, as was the seasonal banter with a number of the Hastings Heroes.

I rounded off the morning with a visit to the Mighty Moyle. My old sparring partner was in fine fettle, grateful for the sackload of good wishes I brought from this place, embarassed by the wealth of support for his Macmillan fundraiser and looking infinitely better having spent the last few weeks stuffing his face with nosh.

My thanks to SP and Captain Tom for last night's hilarity, the former being hereby exonerated of any implied responsibility for my predeliction for pre-race imbibing. Regular readers of this column may have formed the impression that the Great Man is soley to blame for my occasional tumble from sobriety. Clearly this is not the case, and I would like to formally apologise to him for any possibly misleading statements made here in the past :p