Here comes summer - the British 10K
I should've checked the schedules.
Not the weather forecast, you understand, but the televised sports schedules. Had I done so I'd have saved my long run for today, the first day of Wimbledon 05, where, true to form, the covers are on as the rainclouds gather to greet the players. Like clockwork, as Mr Geldof once wrote.
Feeling a lot less sorry for myself today. Bouyed by Pieterson's Herculean efforts at Bristol yesterday and the sight of Gillespie, a world-class frontline bowler, cricking his neck to watch another on-the-spot delivery dissapear over the sight screen and into the car park. Pure magic.
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
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