...makes the mad runner slightly less mad than normal - but only slightly.
It was a loooong day at work. I didn't eat properly or drink properly for that matter and as I drove home I just felt too tired to make it to the gym. I'd packed my kit and fully intended for a hard session but I regretfully defer until tomorrow. I will get out for some kind of ten miler on Saturday ahead of race number 2 on Sunday, over in the Forest of Dean - the 2nd of the Winter Trail series from Mallards Pike. I shall be taking my banjo just in case.
Thought for the day: Before embarking on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.