January 2009

[Sweder]

I bottled my run this morning. Look, it was raining cats n dawgs out there; the trees were bouncing off the turf like golf flags in a hurricane. Rain fell from the gutters to splatter into the frog pond, sounding for all the world like a cow pissing on a flat rock. I answered my daughters' cries for mercy and drove her and her pals into school without so much as a casual glance towards the downs.

A few hours later guilt sat heavily on my belly. Luckily for me an associate had brought a rarely-used static rowing machine into the office - 'in case anyone fancies a lunchtime session'. I'd brought my kit with me today, planning to get out after work (if the apocalypse toned it down a bit). Instead I managed 16 minutes on the rower, arms like jelly, back sore, a nice glow on my fizzog and a rewarding pool of sweat spreading across my chest. No showers means a strip-wash in the mens' room but it's a small price to pay for an eased conscience.

Some good chat in here lately about time predictions and the like. Good to see some old and new faces emerging; it's starting to feel like race season all of a sudden