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Two days ago at deaths door I was gingerly crawling around Sainos having run out of food at home. Every footstep jarred my aching brain against my paracetamol and pseudoephedrine steeped frame. I crept around the shelves mumbling incoherently to myself blending in easily with pensioners complaining about how cold June was this year. Indeed, like them, my many layers of clothing topped off with an overcoat barely kept me from shivering to death.
Today I am happy as Larry (who is Larry?); sweating my way through summer. I carry the mental scars of the South African Swine Flu I have beaten; my sinuses are blocked with the contagion, my chest is weighed down with achiness, but at last I am pain free and can breath with some ease.
Hope everyone else is coming through it.
I have a 42k "joke" - it was whilst supporting the Chester Marathon last year - another Comrade ran past my outheld bowl of jelly babies and recognised me and asked why I wasn't running - I replied - Meh - its not far enough...
Ooo - are we writing reports? I better get started!
Blimey its a tough life out there, possibly not for The King when he can waltz in and take anything he likes, but I suppose he has his work cut out in locating the dogs to steal from in the first place.
I bet I wouldn't be as obese as I am if I had to run down my meals every time instead of popping to the rotisserie at Sainos and then foregoing my training run because the food will have gone cold when I get back.
Amazing pictures Dannirr.