Boring as hell for me.
Friday afternoon/evening reunion with former work colleagues, too many pints of Guinness, difficult sports quiz (at which I was cr@p) and the inevitable take away. Saturday morning - a 6 mile run to Greenwich Park followed by an hour's BMF outdoor circuit session (hell, shouldn’t have had so much Guinness and as for the take away it's definitely not advisable to follow a chicken jalfrezi with an abs overload session....!) - Saturday afternoon, quick browse around Greenwich Market (and a bowl of the best mushroom soup I've ever tasted) then an hour in the office doing the work I should have done on Friday afternoon. Saturday evening, Cafe Uno in Chislehurst for an early evening “runner friendly” risotto (and a not so runner friendly Peroni or two). Sunday morning, up and out in time for a 9:00 a.m. meet with some club colleagues followed by two and a half hours of trail running over and around, up (twice!) and down the North Downs - very tough session but a brilliant day for a run - definitely a good to be alive morning. Tradition dictates we call in for tea and buns at nearby Country Park where there's a really good café, catch a former Club colleague and academic (she’s a university lecturer) trying to hide in the corner reading her News of the World (boy was she embarrassed – some good blackmail material there!). Sunday afternoon –ignored burgeoning pile of laundry and opted to take lady friend for afternoon browse around Blackheath and Greenwich. Lovely bright early winter's afternoon – retreated after the sun went down to pub fireside for a glass (or two) of a nice summery rose. Sunday night, shepherds pie and an hour or so in front of TV - documentary on appallingly tragic events in Sudan sent me to bed feeling very sad – slept badly and consequently am struggling to get through today.
