Despite a few pints after work last night, and the odd glass of rustic French merlot while knocking up our chow mein, I didn’t feel too bad today, and decided to chalk up another four miles before it got dark.
It felt like a struggle, so I was shocked when I returned home to discover that I’d managed four miles in less than 41 minutes. It didn’t feel like it, but this kind of pace, and ideally a bit faster, should be a matter of course if I’m to have any hope of reaching my targets this year. I’m aiming for a 2 hours 10 minute half marathon, which shakes down to a shade under 10 minutes a mile – a bit faster than today.
I had a mail from Tom, my football pal in Ohio, this morning. He wrote: I believe that President Bush has lost his mind. Recently, the unbridled arrogance of U.S. politicians has really gotten my attention. They speak as if they rule the world, and I can just hear people in Europe, sitting in their living rooms, listening to the same things I hear, and imagine them rolling their eyes and sighing. I find myself in the very uncomfortable position of wishing some catastrophe upon U.S. troops, with whom I have no real beef, in order to teach the idiots in control of this rogue nation a lesson. I hope there is still a way to avert war, but I am not optimistic.
Hmm. Nor am I.
And for Tom’s sake, I hope the CIA don’t read this stuff….
