Finally ventured out for a run today... and almost immediately had to abort! Two days ago I managed to pull my left calf muscle (doing nothing in particular, just to make it all the more annoying), and thought by now it was OK, but after just a hundred metres or so, I could tell it wasn't at all "OK", so I turned it into a walk instead.
No problem, I'll just wait a while longer. At least I have no race deadlines to meet. As I said before, the next three months are difficult to focus on running anyhow.
It'll come good though. All in good time.
So instead I spent a day at home drinking coffee and listening to Metallica while I did a few other chores. Life's tough, eh? Why Metallica? Well, you can blame Sweder for that. Anyone following him on Twitter (Tweder?) and/or facebook will know what I mean. Having gone through my Motorhead/Alice Cooper/Anvil collection in recent days, I thought it time to catch up with some of the big boys. Six hours of non-stop Metallica and I'm ready for anything!
Ironically, I'm off in an hour to have dinner with my elderly aunt-in-law. Which is about as far removed from heavy metal as it gets - bone china and borage sandwiches kind of far. Actually, I love it. I'm a creature of contrasts, after all.
Nooooooooooo! (vember)
