I managed to haul my butt over to the gym after a long day at work and out for a run around Ashton Court. What is it with the flies? I had two near misses - that is, two of them pesky little beasties landed on my tongue and I was able to evict - I ain't havin' no squatters. But a third one went right down - cue lots of gagging, coughing and general spluttering before coming to a grinding halt to recover. Didn't really matter though because I've seen joggers run faster than I was capable of tonight. Useless, utterly utterly useless.
Thought for the day: Progress is like a wheelbarrow, if you stop pushing the wheelbarrow it stops.