all well and good

Well this interweb business is all well and good, but it has its drawbacks. Namely the lack of a properly functioning spellcheck, which accounts for the dubious spelling in the heading of yesterday’s entry. Not the body, the damn heading. Or should I say the “dang” heading. Thank you Mr Rudd.

Moving on, if you were sitting behind me as I write this, you’d see me rubbing my own leg. Not in a good way though, it’s the kind of rubbing you do when you’re trying to kid yourself you don’t have the beginnings of an injury.

That’s the way I usually deal with things going wrong with my body - pretend it doesn’t exist until and unless I pass out.

Bearing that in mind, I’ll just ask my consious mind to look the other way for a minute. Go on conscious mind - why not have a look at the onion for this week.

Ah good. He’s gone.

This morning I felt a soreness behind my right knee on my morning run. I was able to run through it without too much trouble. However sitting at my desk for a few hours made me feel rather stiff, sore and oldman-ish. Maybe it’ll pass. In the meantime I’ve diagnosed myself with “oldmanitis of the knee”.

Okay conscious mind, you can come back now.

So it was a perfectly pleasant, injury free 13k this morning taken at a relatively brisk pace.

Now, I think people like a girl running may have got the wrong idea reading this blog: when I say “relatively brisk” I mean relative to a snail. Don’t picture me as some Kenyan guy with legs up to the armpits capable of covering 30ks in an hour. Well, you can if you want I suppose, but if you do end up meeting me in person it’s bound to be a bit of a disappointment.