A Day Off.
I should be pounding the streets. 10km was scheduled and conditions are cool and ideal. Instead I'm sitting in front of the TV watching the cricket, drinking beer and eating Pringles (sour cream and chives).
In my defense I've just come off a string of night shifts and just walking to the fridge for the beer was an effort. And there's still a week to go before marathon training starts in earnest. And I've a long run scheduled on Sunday so I'll still get a decent mileage done this week. And ... well ... the cricket is just too damn fascinating. And the beer is good... and I can't remember the last time I had Pringles.
And I'd like to confess more but Clarke's on 49 and I need to watch this.
Where'd all my Pringles go?
Oh...
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