August has been and gone

[stillwaddler]

and not much running to report. I've been plodding along, but without much enthusiasm or purpose. I find it very difficult to believe that I completed the FLM in March. Ho Hum. Alzheimers have written to me to see if I want a gold bond place for next year...er, no. maybe 2008, maybe I'll do it again in 2012 to celebrate my sixtieth.

The only race I have pencilled in is the Stockport 10 miler in December (ooh those hills) so I suppose I've got plenty of time to pull my socks up a bit. As MrSW is starting a new job in October and I no longer get a lift to work I have dusted off my bike and have been peddling. I have effectively de-mountanised said bicycle and turned it into a hybrid - higher handle bars, sit up and beg seating arrangement,splendid soft gel saddle, it even has a rather lovely wicker basket that I bought in Belgium.

When I'm not peddling I'm walking, so how come I'm carrying all this extra blubber?? Maybe a diet is in order, new territory for me, never had to worry about such things before. Is it one of the delights of the mid-fifties? Of course you young lithsome creatures are blissfully unaware of such things.:o