me to live an exciting life because its more interesting, I suppose, than watching me watching EastEnders. So I often end up doing things I dont especially enjoy, simply because the OMO likes them. Running up the Alps could be a case in point. I say
, watched it go flat, and finally drank it before going in search of Rob. I found him stark naked in the freezing chicken coop behind the Neuadd Arms that passes for a shower. He seemed quite unconcerned as he introduced me to the stark naked female mountain
’re contorting their lissom, Lycra-encased torsos into the most impossibly provocative positions. And that’s just the men. I find myself watching the others out of the corner of my eye, and wondering what they do during the rest of the day. My curiosity
hours of bragging in bars and writing in RUNNER’S WORLD. Thus, over the course of weeks and months, you can convince your body that what you’re demanding of it is not as inherently stupid as it first sounded.Watch this space.
and shorts. Also, notwithstanding the gleaming equipment, the designer leotards and the bucketfuls of righteous sweat, one wonders – well – what’s the point of it all?It’s like watching a regiment of crack commandos bashing their heads against a brick wall
contained within the folds of a punctured football. And perched triumphantly upon its back was a fat, brown and cream striped spider. I stopped my watch at 2:07 seconds, and bent the better to observe the unfolding of this minuscule drama. Was I witnessing a
this way and that in a mad, child-waking mazurka.He stared at me intently from his customary place on the sorry, mud-encrusted hulk that used to be our Art Nouveau chaise longue.As casually as I could, I buckled on my sports watch.His ears pricked up
’s heat is lost through the head. And since my pate is now virtually threadbare, I really should invest in a woolly hat.I glanced at my watch. If the boys were on schedule, they should pour out of Big Wood in around three minutes.They were late, and when
