April 2011

[Sweder]

A couple more runs this week, all rather short and uneventful.
Today's was overcast, a little chilly too, though I stuck with the minimalist outfit; shorts, t-shirt and Vibrams.

On Wednesday I bumped into Maria, a local runner who clocked 3:20 at Brighton. She was out with her spaniels (not a euphamism) and seemed to me to be a little distracted, almost giggly, as we spoke. I assumed it was the 'feet' and she did indeed ask about them. =It was only when I returned home and went to remove my shorts that I noticed they were inside-out, the flimsy inner protective layer stretched taught around the outside of my ample backside, a cruel parody; in which Batman leaves in a hurry. No wonder she was giggly.

I thought about this today, and as I did so I imagined how my old mucker Moyleman would have howled at such a faux pas. He'd have ribbed me mercilessly, no doubt bestowing me with a new, less than flattering nickname (Chris would have made a great Hashmaster). Today marks the second anniversary of his death. I miss him as much as ever. It's typical of the man that on days like this he still makes me laugh.