What a very strange evening. I didn’t get out till about 8 o’clock: a bit late when there’s 6 miles and a torrential rainstorm ahead of you. There’s a new suspect in the ongoing investigation into the baffling case of these sharp rib pains I get. Step forward… sleep. I haven’t been getting enough sleep for weeks. Going to bed too late, waking too early.… READ MORE.... …
Day: 23 January 2002
Finally managed to track down a copy of Runners World magazine in Chipping Sodbury, in a newsagent that should rename itself the Hunting, Shooting, Fishing and Farming Lobby. This area is manic in its desire to chase after things and kill them. I’d better be a bit more cautious on my jaunts around the back lanes, particularly on these dark evenings.… READ MORE.... …