Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Just Eaten At The Moldy Fig...

Apparently a jazz term. Not sure I'd name my eatery moldy anything even if that holds water.

Been a longish day. A two and a half hour drive. Eight hours at the grind stone. Oh, and a not so speedy speed session to finish - although I only managed four reps before I was discombobulated. From tiny acorns grow mighty oaks, as my Nepalese guru would undoubtedly say.

After a tiring day, away from home, I'm just pleased my rekindled desire to recapture my running form won the battle over lethargy...