“It seemed like a good idea at the time”, I lied, with a nod and a wink. Their giggles suggested I was convincing no one. My screams as I hurtled down the hill confirmed it.
I wasn’t sure how I could condense 130 miles, ten hours, three homemade energy bars, and one Lidl egg and cress sandwich into a single, interesting story. So I didn’t. I still expect you to read it though.
Well, the 25th of May is upon us again and, as Sergeant-at-Arms John Keel predicted, I haven’t found Freedom, there isn’t a whole lot of Justice, and I’m damn sure I haven’t found Truth either, but I did at least manage to get a hard-boiled egg. Two, in fact. We won’t mention whether or not I …
The track list of Chicane’s album ‘Giants’, released in 2010, reads a little bit like my life: Track 1: Barefoot Track 2: Middledistancerunner … Track 4: What am I doing here (pt1) Track 7: So far out to sea Track 8: Where do I start? Track 10: Hiding all the stars Track 11: What am …
Painters have done it since the caveman days. Ug see big hairy animal. Ug draw big hairy animal on wall. Big hairy animal is wife. Ug sleep outside tonight… Source: Of Muses and Men
Some days barefoot running is liberating, exhilarating, and fun.
Some days it is not.
Today was one of those days.
So I’m running through a particularly savage part of Priory Park the other night. I mean it is brutal. This path really eats at my soles. Just chews them up. It is not pleasant, but I was doing it anyway. I was doing it slowly and gingerly, but I was doing it. And I get maybe …
Do I watch our ace pitcher take on the Pittsburgh Pirates or do I go and run in the rain?