something

I feel bad if I don't write something. So here is something.

Of course the best thing about puppy school this week was it's date - Feb 14th. It got me out of buying into Valentines Day and I escaped lightly with card and Belgian chocolates doing the trick. Typically I escape the worst of this worst of Hallmark ocassions because Sal's mum was born on Feb 14th and mum-beats-Valentino. This year we escaped a birthday dinner too because Sal's Dad has shingles and I don't know whether or not I've had chicken pox and he can, therefore, stay the hell away from me. Apparently, in the UK around 25 adults per year die from chickenpox.

I made the mistake yesterday of looking on the internet for marathon training programmes and convincing myself I am not on schedule. On Wednesday at lunch I turned my ankle, muscles in the bottom of my left foot got me out of jail, but not before I allowed more doubts about my preparedness to creep in. Then yesterday at work the geek wheels fell off and I did not manage a lunchtime run and dark thought clouds continued to gather. I ended up working late, cycling home as quickly as I could, taking the dog for a walk and feeding him and then heading out for one of my stock runs - the Chatswood loop. All rushed and unprepared I was expcting the first spots of rain from those dark clouds. But lo, it was a decent run. Pace was good and my left iliotibial band or ITB, that has been playing up for a while (it owns one of the larger dark clouds) did not start aching until well into it and even then it ws not much of an ache. So heading into the weekend and towards a 2.5hour run home my mood has lightened somewhat. Cereal for breakfast, past for lunch, arse-sweating of for dinner, ice and compression for supper. At the moment I am praying for some cloud cover. Looks rather warm and I am busily convincing myself that my legs ache, my back, my side...

Damnit I'm bored. I had a short burst of activity and motivation this morning but since then I've been fading fast. I'm even getting bored reading about dive sites up and down the NSW coast; that's how bored I am. Must be coffee o clock.

So there was something.