Despite the title, which I'll admit does suggest Will Ferrell has kidnapped my father-in-law, I am reasonably sure that Will Ferrell has not kidnapped my father-in-law. If my father-in-law has been kidnapped by a famous comedy actor then it is more likely to be Steve Carell who, of course, played Brick in the Anchorman Movies that starred Will Ferrell. This is probably my mistake; things can get a bit muddled in my dreams - the location of last night's kidnapping.
At the weekend I watched Foxcatcher, which stars Steve Carell and has a wrestling theme. There was, I think, some wrestling in my dream. Ferrell had me pinned down and I bit him on the leg. It might not have been wrestling, he may have simply been being a git. No idea what he was up to, despite it being my dream.
The maybe-wresting-and-biting incident may explain why Sally and I rapidly left the B&B he was running. That's right, Will Ferrell was running a B&B. Sal and I headed to collect some of our things from lockup storage but, when we got to within sight of the storage, decided not to go and open it. I'm fairly sure we were running scared from Will Ferrell who was staking out the lockup, knowing that is where we would head.
We instead found ourselves in what looked like the entrance hall to a library where a lady was calling a pharmacy on our behalf. Don't ask, I have no idea. The possibly-a-librarian was enquiring about medication for Sal's dad, my father-in-law, when a look of dread came across her face. She put the phone handset down - without hanging up - and backed away, picking up another phone to call the police and let them know that WIll Ferrell had kidnapped my father-in-law.
As this was happening a car pulled up outside. Inside the car was my brother-in-law - who shares a father-in-law with me. His brothers and his father were in the car and they looked pretty pissed-off. They were a vigilante group racing the police to find Will Ferell and rescue my father-in-law.
And then I woke up.
I'd had a pretty rotten night's sleep, awake for a couple of hours and feeling a cold take over me, before nodding off and finishing the night with that dream. I'd eaten no cheese before going to bed.
Anyway, running.
I'd woken up a little later than usual at 05:40. As I took Rowlf out for his morning walk I didn't feel as crap as I had in the middle of the night. The dog had a shorter than usual walk and I had my morning coffee. It felt a bit muggy. Back home and although I packed some running gear for a lunchtime run I thought I'd only do the morning commute today. By the time I headed to work, about an hour after leaving to walk Rowlf, the temperature had dropped and it was drizzling and grey. Pretty miserable actually. OK to run in. It was 11km by the time I got to work. I wasn't sure the cold and damp was precisely what a doctor would suggest you treat a cold with, but I'd run-off an overuse injury last week, so why not run-off a cold this week?
Just before noon I decided I was well enough to do my lunchtime loop. Glad I did, despite more drizzle. I ran past Tobes, a friend who I thought was under doctor's orderes not to run. Good to see him out and we shouted something about catching up for that beer as we went our different ways. I didn't do the full loop, but pretty close. It was 9km which brought up 20 for the day. Happy with that.
Scraped through 200km in 10 days, a few km light on what I'd hoped for but a few more than I should probably have done if I was a smarter man.
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