Oh, what a rare delight it is to feel these warm alcoholic clouds cushioning my poor overburdened head. I’ve returned from my wedding anniversary dinner, feeling quite [hic!] replete.
Before the Ming Dynasty summoned me, I did however manage to fit in a 4 mile run. I had no idea how it would turn out, and I was apprehensive, but it worked surprisingly well.
Needless to say it was raining, though not too hard. I did my 10 minute warm-up-walk not knowing what would happen when I began to run. My hood was up, I felt threatened and vulnerable. I was convinced that I’d have some cardiac catastrophe within minutes of kicking out. But no. Much to my surprise, it didn’t happen.
For a mile I felt a bit weak and undernourished, yet (quite paradoxically) overfed and inflated. All in all, pretty damn hangdog and unhealthy. It all felt a little awkward and unco-ordinated. But then, as I warmed up, the aches dwindled and shrivelled and I found some kind of middle-aged rhythm from down there somewhere, and it all got itself sorted. If I’d had more time I could quite happily have veered off for my 7 mile circuit which is really what I should have been doing this evening. Instead, I’ve decided to push everything back a day so that my 4-7-4 starts today, Wednesday, rather than Tuesday.
The meal was alright but nothing special. The satay sauce too sugary-crunchy; the sweet and sour over-piquant. But the gingery lamb was good and the Australian chardonnay more than adequate for the job in hand.
But no need to rush headlong towards the Ming Dynasty in Chipping Sodbury.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow is my 7 mile midweek run, and the true start of the second half of my 18 week marathon programme.
