Once again I have proved my brain WRONG and had a VERY EXCELLENT run. 8k. Naked run tonight (not allowed watches for some reason I presume to do with cheating). 30 people of all shapes and shades and persuasions and ocassions (I was trying to think of a pithy way to say ages - nailed it) all running about in brightly coloured sports wear. People of advanced years, many of whom would never describe themselves as runners. Joyous. Life affirming. I ran with my little mate who NEVER EVER STOPS TALKING, but actually I'm quite fond of him and he hasn't run in months and would only come out if I did it with him. Lovely stuff. Felt like he got a lifeforce boost and got to talk about one of his best friends who's seriously ill and is worried about. It's quite difficult in my experience for men to find a space where they can talk openly, honestly and safely. So that was very nice and positive. I also saw a guy I'm very fond of who is light years ahead of me running-wise, but just had major heart surgery and isn't able to run - his wife lives separately in France (which apparently works for them?), but the running club is his lifeline and he's clearly a bit lonely without it so came to just say hi, and I've arranged to go for a coffee. Feeling very very good about being there for other people. Gives me an enormous sense of peace and validation and faith in humanity.
Blah.
Importantly I only bloody WON and I got a TROPHY (and also £30, which meant when my wife told me I needed to stop at the shop on the way home for a bunch of stuff, I only 'really' spent £3.20.......Charlie Sheen winning).
Trish said what the fuck is that hideous trophy you're not putting that up in here, and when the kids asked why their father - their hero in many ways - had returned home with a trophy for excellence in the field, she told them it was stupid and just guessing how fast I'd finish in. I gently corrected her and explained to them it's because I was the best person - attuned to the universe and the movement of time. Very much like a sort of Earth spirit. Trish called me a dickhead and said she's going to bed. But I know she's secretly super impressed.
I'm now being forced to watch the last Peaky Blinders with kiddo who is obsessed and keeps talking red-faced and breathless about 'how good an actor' Cillian Murphy is. Yeah yeah yeah. We all know what you mean.
I am in fine fettle and feeling pretty darn great. Peace and love and power to you, you ruddy bloody gorgeouses. May all the good things come to you. And thank you. X
Blah.
Importantly I only bloody WON and I got a TROPHY (and also £30, which meant when my wife told me I needed to stop at the shop on the way home for a bunch of stuff, I only 'really' spent £3.20.......Charlie Sheen winning).
Trish said what the fuck is that hideous trophy you're not putting that up in here, and when the kids asked why their father - their hero in many ways - had returned home with a trophy for excellence in the field, she told them it was stupid and just guessing how fast I'd finish in. I gently corrected her and explained to them it's because I was the best person - attuned to the universe and the movement of time. Very much like a sort of Earth spirit. Trish called me a dickhead and said she's going to bed. But I know she's secretly super impressed.
I'm now being forced to watch the last Peaky Blinders with kiddo who is obsessed and keeps talking red-faced and breathless about 'how good an actor' Cillian Murphy is. Yeah yeah yeah. We all know what you mean.
I am in fine fettle and feeling pretty darn great. Peace and love and power to you, you ruddy bloody gorgeouses. May all the good things come to you. And thank you. X