Just in case you thought I had hung up my trainers for good, let me reassure that there has been some running/training going on. On Tuesday i did the club's speed session. Badly. And on Wednesday I did the 10-miles of the Balloch Horseshoe. Badly.
My foot's getting better, but it's still giving me cause for concern. Although it's not necessarily painful to run on, I can definitely feel it. Unless it clears up, these feelings are going to turn into feckin' agony somewhere along the WHW. But hey, I got two weeks to sort it out.
Last night I cycled over to Dumbarton to watch the 10K. As soon as I left the house, the heavens opened. Sonic drove by me giggling. For reasons which escape me, as he was off to mountain rescue training.
It was a great night for race, as I love running in the rain. Much better than cycling, as it wasn't a pleasant experience. I was freezing by the time I got home. I don't think I've ever cycled so fast in the life. Not only because I was in dire need of a warm shower, but because Big Brother was starting. As I fear I may be confined to the couch for most of July, I thought I better get into it. How in a country as small as Scotland, did they manage to find a blind cross-dresser?