Greetings viewers.
It's weird. I've been reading back through some of my postings and it seems I'm obsessed with shin splints and spreadsheets
And it's true. Anyway I was looking at my running log/spreadsheet and had the not-so-wonderful realisation that this is my
fifth attempt to begin a routine of regular running, the previous four having all been at least dogged by shin splints, if not curtailed totally by them.
And still I question why I persist. There are lots of reasons I suppose, but the one I usually trot out is that middle age is, if nothing else, for me at least a time of grim determination. Perhaps it's because this is when things start going skew-whiff. Everything's a doddle when you're young, or at least seemingly so, but nowadays I find things rarely work out as planned. And of course there's the medical dimension. Suddenly the doctor is mentioning age "as a factor", recommending all kinds of nasty tests and prescribing medications for things I've never even heard of and didn't know I had. OK well maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but you get my drift.
Er, actually
I've lost my drift now. Hang on while I read what I wrote (See? That never happens when you're young...)
Yeah well anyhow. So because of all that I've become
determined, i.e. grumpy. Rather than see sense and take up something less hazardous like l*wn b*wls (gag, splutter, cough) - and I'm horrified to have to report friends of mine - no older than I am - have actually t-a-k-e-n u-p l-a-w-n b-o-w-l-s. Urgh, I can't say it, I have to spell it out. I'm feeling faint just thinking about it. What's really excruciating is that they're enjoying it... I'm sorry, I've got to stop for a nip of Jamesons, I'm that upset...
Ah, bless the Irish. And hey! Proof that God does exist (as if Guinness wasn't proof enough) ... Flogging Molly's "Within A Mile Of Home" just came on the random play thing... a 1:1123 chance
Where was I?
Oh yeah. So anyway, I'm grimly determined. It'll take at least a half marathon to satisfy me. And with these supremely uncomfortable orthotics (actually to be honest I hardly even notice them now) things
will be fine.
Damn. I'm out of Jamesons.
I've another run scheduled in the morning. I'll report back after that. It's too late to go and buy more whiskey, so I'm going to cry myself to sleep.
See you *sniff* tomorrow.
July. Just July.
