Movember 2012

[Sweder]

No, Not really. I certainly wasn't 'feeling it' out there today. Lack-lustre, as devoid of passion as the Mighty Rooks last night during their tepid 0-0 draw with low-flying Hendon. Oh well, you can't produce world-conquering performances every day, sometimes you just have to suck up the dross.

I managed to flog myself wearily across 2.9 miles of damp hills. The sun did its' best to cheer me up, beaming from behind a large lone cloud that hung over the Ouse valley, blossoming like the signature of a recent nuclear strike. My dark mood was mirrored in my music, Tom Petty's Breakdown, my track du jour, haunting the last half-mile.

   

Onwards and upwards. Parkrun on Saturday, time to find out where I am on the road to Almeria. I'm apprehensive. I know it's going to hurt and I probably won't like the outcome, but it needs to be done and it'll be good to catch up with few old faces in the Après Cafe. On, on.