And no running today either. Instead, another slice of America life to enjoy at the local ballpark. I arrived just in time to hear the announcer intone: “Lay-deeeez and Gennelmen…. Welcome to the never-ending, non-stop, summer of fun here at the historic Holman Stadium.”
And it was pretty good fun too, even if the home side, Nashua Pride, went down to a spirited display from the Long Island Ducks. Odd looking players. Seemed to fall into one of two moulds: hobbit or Jimmy Saville.
I sat in the ‘club seats’ which offered the privilege of waitress service. The chilli dog and soda, following last night’s Mexican and the previous night’s dustbin-lid size pizza, signed and sealed the end of my lukewarm resolution to aim for a healthy week.
It also looks like the end of my plan to do the Loch Ness marathon.
