On the comedown from the big match university life has been getting back into routine, following which I use Wednesday as my rest day from walking when we have training, yesterday however training was cancelled, and so I maintained my rest day, but passed it in the pub rather than on the pitch.
This morning was a bright and early one as I have a new class starting at noon. I was up and out at 8.15am, thats right, prime commuter time. The sun was shining and birds were singing, and I got my adrenaline fix from each mini race, and dodged horrendous school children and cars alike as I darted round the isle like I had a rocket up my backside as Grandma woud say. Although I felt like I was moving quickly, I must have subconciously have wanted to enjoy the sun (and barging horrible little brats from my path when their parents weren't looking) as I remained at my usual spee, and clocked in a 1 hour 15 minute time. Had a worrying report from Dad that he and Newbie had to abort their walk owing to a sore paw from our 4 legged friend. Infuriating as I find him when I'm with him (I do mean the dog, although this could also be applied to Dad on occasion), absence makes the heart grow fonder for me, so get well soon Newbie! And Eddie? Well your guess is as good as mine.
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