Bigger, better, bouncier news. Yes, bouncy. Tonight I felt bouncy.
Have I ever talked about the running bounce? I must have. Sometimes, for no very good reason, you just feel like you’re bouncing along the road without the usual effort. It’s a good feeling. It means, or I take it as meaning, that there’s something in reserve. I’m not plodding along on empty, panting and wheezing and aching. A feeling of controlled strength, and one that gives you confidence.
Just the usual round-the-block 3½ miles tonight, then back in time to listen to Liverpool surprisingly hold out against Juventus to reach the Champions League semis. What a celebration there’ll be if they manage to get through to the final. Looks like I’ll be spending some time in a Hamburg bar somewhere watching the first leg. An appalling prospect…
