Still I run. Another slow 5km this afternoon, which means at least that I'm getting some "reasonable" mileage done on a consistent basis. There's always something to be positive about with each run, even if the shin splints are being rather persistent. So in the main, I am still happy.
I was rather surprised by the response to my earlier drunken
surrealism posting. A multitude of PMs and emails - in the main empathic (is that a word?) - leaves me thinking most of us here at RC are just as puzzled as each other about the world and our place in it, and our view of it as runners.
Certainly there seems to be a strong undercurrent of support for running and beer drinking; not necessarily simultaneously nor in that order, but like yin and yang, the two, whilst seemingly in opposition, are both requisite for a sustainable, well balanced running habit.
And to prove the point, and it being St.Patrick's Day, I went for my run this afternoon before retiring to a local establishment for pints of Guinness and Caffreys, a little live Irish folk music (U2 were unavailable apparently), and general Irish-like merriment... er, which mostly involved wearing silly green visors (free with every four pints of the G) and drinking more of the aforementioned Guinness and Caffreys 
Rather strange behaviour really, as there isn't an ounce of Irish blood in me anywhere. Oh well, I don't suppose they mind
Murderous March
