February 2011

[Sweder]

This weekend's efforts deserve the briefest of mentions in the smallest available print.

Saturday saw a dreadful trudge on tired, listless legs. Any hint of energy leaked out of me in the first hundred metres, seeping into the heavy soil. Feeling undeniably heavy, old, and in need of a damned good kip I thought about cutting the planned 5 miles down to 5k but such was my self-loathing I soldiered on, forcing myself to complete the full circuit in spite of a raft of complaints from various unhappy ligaments and pissed-off joints.

Sunday was little better, the elements adding to my woes by delivering cold, wind, rain and more sticky mud. I'm turning to spin for inspiration tonight, inviting MrsH20 to join me for a Valentine's Special at Bridge's. My sweat, whilst not perhaps entirely honest, will be plentiful.