It’s just brilliant coming in here when it’s a hive of activity…
I mean, nobody wants to eat in an empty restaurant do they…
It’s not just about grinding out the miles, or pulling pushing and lifting (or whatever it is that gym goers do)…
I consider us all good friends, and it’s nice to hear the ups and downs of everyday life in the same way that I would have a nag with my work colleagues, difference is; we come on here voluntarily…
Good to hear of your outing with the missus Floydy, it might not appear so novel when you no longer have to go to work and you’re together twenty four seven…Kitchens are never big enough… Seriously though, I very rarely go anywhere without Mrs Fox, we’re a team, and we gell just as much today as when I first met her…
Enough of the squelchy stuff…
Great to see you doing your stuff Swim, every long distance walk starts with the first step, and I hope the support and encouragement you will find in this thread will keep you coming back for more…I’ve always been good with my hands, but it’s usually making or repairing things, hence most of my life being spent in a dirty and noisy machine shop. I loved it though and wouldn’t change a thing…In fact I’m still at it in my workshop here at home…A man needs a rainy day hobby…
Hells Bells! Tachyon, you put me to shame with your mammoth workouts, I have all on to lift my tired body into bed on a night, and I’m usually that tired that apart from staggering blindly to the toilet a few times in the night, I’m not part of this world until I get jogged awake at some ungodly hour with the strongest urge (which I can’t resist) to go for a run…
That’s why I come on here Surfermom, someone to talk to about the trials and tribulations of running, and it looks like it’s just you and me…I know there are other runners lurking in the undergrowth and it would be nice to hear from them (you don’t have to train like Alberto Salazar) but if you know who he is, let’s hear from you…
Please don’t shave your head Surfermom… I’ve seen photos of you and you look so attractive as you are…
It sounds like it’s as cold in Kansas as it is here. I just don’t know what’s happened to the weather, it was progressing just nicely, and then it went all Arctic…Brrrrrrrrrr
Anyway, it’s not going to deter me, so dressed in just shorts, thin fleece top and some ninety quid running shoes (Oh! and gloves) I battled against a stiff easterly breeze and managed to thrust myself around ten miles of the finest South Yorkshire countryside and finished in a lot better shape than I did last week…
So watch out grass…After breakfast I’m coming for you…