Scoobs! Just nod if you can hear me. I adored your tready story, and think that you won a serious victory of Mr Testosterone. When racing my maxim (as learned from Meli, or was it Melli, or LizzyB?) is that if you can still stand up afterwards you didn't try hard enough. A gentle and boring outing for you next, is it? Please. BTW, did your dinner date talk running or just politely listen?
Soda: Oh dear, and I was hoping that they would say that your achilles was just in your head, although the mind boggles.
Mellifera: Tell me this, but from the other viewpoint. You burn off Mr T at the lights, and he follows you, obviously oggling your delectable bum. What do you do? Feel honoured? Embarrassed? Annoyed? Challenged? Before you call me sexist, I'll admit to following cyclists through a chicane in my car and admiring their developed calves. Male calves. And I shall also challenge anybody on their problem about sex, because I think that desire and envy of the opposite sex is good. In fact the Vicar that married my wife and I specifically advocated lust in marriage, to help oil the wheels of love.
Minks: you are certainly not a wimp. You have been trying very hard, and your body has thrown in the towel. Not your head. If you feel happier about it already then it was the right decision. Now it is time to enjoy playing with Kit. Have you got a complete set of hand and feet prints yet? What about the photo of the cute little hand in hand shot? My babies are now a bit older but they enjoyed getting my shirt wet at bath time. They are 8 and 12.
Hilly: I never knew that BR had an Indian Head to massage.
Apparently I've got a race on Saturday. Don't know what, where, or when. Terry rang. Message garbled. Message taker not interested. No record. No idea. Club website = u/s. Could be a challenge. Oh yes. I did manage 5 mile in the Pit of Doom before I realised what a glorious day it was.
