April Week 2 - Here we go . . .

[Sweder]

You'd think I'd be pleased. The hard miles are in the bank, I'm well into my second week of face-stuffing and foot elevation. But I'm a bit grumpy, irritable, and I think I know why.

I miss my training.
There's no getting away from it. I fancy going out to run off the rust creeping through my legs, get the lungs expanded, feel the blood pounding in my temples. It's not that I can't - I could go out for a light run most evenings this week if I felt so inclined. But that would be like nipping down to the corner shop for a bag of sweets when what you really want is steak and chips.

It'll pass. I'm playing Doom 3, listening to the Champions League on 5 Live, tweaking some hand-outs for tomorrows' meeting, making sure my Registration Form is safely in the briefcase for my visit to ExCeL tomorrow. Fiddling About, as Keith Moon so eloquently demonstrated in Tommy, can be fun; but it's all distraction, 21st Century whittling, before Sunday.

I took a moment to read Nigel's excellent piece on Geology tonight - see General Running - FLM Energy & Hysteria or go direct to the source at http://www.runningcommentary.co.uk/forum....php?t=367 . For those out there with a desparate need for distraction, it's Nirvana.