Here's my first post. Once I've run away with the victory on the run stage of the Stratford Triathlon I will be look back on this and think, "ah, this is where it all started. One day people will fall upon this place as a monument of inspiration, a symbol of hope that all is not lost and that with just a few small steps (running round the block in he evenings) just about anything can be achieved..." Perhaps a tear will drizzle down my cheek. Or perhaps I'll be raining sweat.
What I'm doing here is procrastinating. I'm about to go out on a run and due to my 6am start yesterday, a drive from Solihull to Nottingham, a full day at work training a new member of staff (which I found very tiring), a drive from Nottingham to Manchester to do a gig, a drive from Manchester to Sheffield (the long way round because the main road was closed due to subsidence) and a 1am bedtime, I am very tired.
Still, sitting around feeling tired (I'm mentally tired - not physically tired - driving's hardly tough on the old sticks (legs)) won't make me run any faster. There's plenty of time for sitting around later. And I'll be able to be smug about it then too!
Right, I'm off to get changed...
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