golly, that 6 miler yeshterday morning was ard. I vanshed into the fog at eh, 10 o’clokk it seems and retorned they say an hour later or thereabuuts.
It remined me of th first 6 miler I did ths toime last year when id just started running. SIX MILES! Cara-blody-rammba. the first time id done htat distnace, and my bllomin quads were aching.
yarterdya yeah i was runnin like a gioodun along the canal for choofin yonks and the the problem was id been to the pub the night befoore so imagin runnin fo rlike 6 miler withj a barrel of brakspears on the shouldr and you;ll ubnderstand what it was like,
its togh atthe top i woud say.
Hmm, and I’ve discovered how easy it is to write like Geoffrey Chaucer if you have a few beers, type quickly and don’t correct your misspellings. So that’s how he did it…
