Lyrics? no
Ale, take your time, it will return.
LMH; who or what is the SMT?
OH, we all hate appraisals. It’s a game. You think that you’re doing OK. You daren’t say that. You have to say that you’re brilliant. They think that you’re doing OK. They daren’t say that, as they feel that they have to justify their own existence as managers and find an area where you can “be developed”. Then there’s the total bull about it not being linked in any way to the pay awards. Excuse me, but if I work my butt off and produce the goods, I expect to be rewarded, and I expect the slackers to get knocked. If that’s not being discussed at appraisal time then they are all in cloud cuckoo land. Sorry, I’ll get off the soap box now. After all, you might be a Boss Person.
Dustin, small one is still brilliant.
Emzap, I guess that you’ll be bruised in all sorts of places that didn’t take a hit, but got a whiplash shock. It’s the little muscles that pull all too easily.
Chick, you’re proper hard, you are.
Wabo: good session. I used to enjoy the masochism of track repeats. Trying to get the intervals regular, but still hard work. Wait until the session is 25x 400m in 90seconds each, with 30s rest.
Postie, I bet that Gobi/Rach were ecstatic about you giving them both the dreaded lurgy.
Pammie, that’s a big bike target, unless you commute on it?
Stickless: I hope that the Kingfishers found fish under the ice.
Training: 6.6 miles round the rat run. Drizzling horizontally, it could have been Plymouth. It’s most unlike me to positively choose to run in the rain. I blame you lot. I appear to have crossed a line in the dirt. It means that I am a runner again. (7:36m/m pace. We are getting there. Calf buzzing warmly, but not annoying).
Bike? The repair is the £5 option. The biggest recommendation I always hear is that wheels are the best investment. Now take your pick £150, £200, £300, £600. Personally, I am known as much for my deep pockets as my short arms.
