stuck in the middle

The blasted weather forecast seems to have gotten worse since last we spoke. It’s preying on my mind, I tell you.

Luckily, I managed a long run this morning. As promised I rose before the dawn and choofed off towards work. Two hours and 27km later I arrived, dripping but otherwise okay, on the doorstep at work. I started well, then had a bit of a grumpy spell between 6 and 10km - I can’t think why - before picking up again at the 15km mark.

The finish was pleasing, strong and mighty impressive as I elbowed groovy Johnstone Street locals out of the way before striding up Nicholson street at a rate of knots.

Here’s the run on mapmyrun.com.

Only in America
My unlikely-stories-on-the-internet ears pricked up when I heard this:

Woman sat on toilet for two years
US authorities are considering charges in the case of a woman who sat on her boyfriend’s toilet for two years and was stuck to the seat when the boyfriend finally called police.
From the age.com.au.

Yes, you read right.

Sheriff Bryan Whipple, in Ness City, Texas, said it appeared the 35-year-old woman’s skin had grown around the seat.

You know what: I’d like to live in a city where they have a Sheriff and his name is Whipple. Aside from the stuck-to-the-toilet-seat problem, Ness City sounds like a good place.