Yeah, yeah, I’ve used that click bait before. And rather than labour the gag which isn’t that funny really, I’ll spill the beans now, just as I did when I finished my 27th parkrun yesterday. As I sucked air into my lungs between the finish chute and tally scanner, I said to the guy in … More The secret to getting fast times
At the last minute, Pilates was cancelled. It’s a small group of about a half dozen souls who try and meet up each Monday evening. Cathy is the instructor, and knows her stuff. We, on the other hand, are all blokes who run, but apparently couldn’t find our core with a coal shovel. Or any … More Keep yer planks straight and yer Russians twisty…
The evenings are closing in, and I suspect Keats never spent much time hanging around the Emerald Isle because his season of mists and mellow fruitfulness seems to have passed us by. Instead, it’s more likely that we get the tail-end of Caribbean hurricanes, mixed with the heady blend of burning coal and the residue from the … More Tippin’ away
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