OMG let me tell you all about my run today…I set off from
work and got run over!
Ha, only kidding but I did come close to bonding with a
Stagecoach bus as apparently, regardless of the road closures in Pontypridd,
buses have priority over pedestrians or runners alike.
So, after my dance with death I jogged (as I do) to the
park, stretched and made my descent to failure once again.
Now, did I tell you about the amount of hormones I’ve had
banged into my by the lovely GP? If I didn’t, there you go. I have been rammed
with hormones and swabs and tests blah, blah, blah. I was told I had loose
stools to look forward to and not that I wanted to shit myself or anything but
if you’re told something’s going to happen you sort of gear yourself up for it,
right?
Nothing happened to my stools other than; they arrived like
they normally do. You don’t shit, you die and all that.
Now, what the lovely, smiley GP didn’t warn me about was the
horrendous wind I would experience.
I was practically projected round my first lap of Ponty
Park this afternoon. Not that I’m
complaining…well, technically I am. Because as you know, I run with headphones
in, I block out the world and its not like I don’t feel myself farting or anything
but I certainly don’t hear it; unfortunately for me, other people did.
How do I know this, you ask?
Simple; the look on the poor, innocent, passer by’s faces.
I wanted to shout; its not me it’s the effin hormones, its
not me its that bastards prescription, its not me, its my effin tummy!
And as if my seasonal wind wasn’t bad enough, when I hit my
third mile, my right ankle did this weird wobble thing which sent a bollocking
horrific pain up my calf.
Not another poxy injury, was my first thought. My second; ‘Yes!
I can give up now.’ And then it hit me…I was doing that thing, you know, that
giving up thing.
‘You are a knob.’ I told myself, out loud. ‘You are not only
a knob, you are a lazy knob! Get a grip.’ I swear I saw a squirrel punch the
air at that point.
I carried on. I found what I can only describe as a
beautiful rhythm and carried on for a further two miles, giving me a nice
mileage of a five miler.
I was pleased. Five miles for me mid week is kind of good
going, if I do say so myself.
On the other news front, my novels been put out there into
that wonderful world of the Kindle. Yes; Scrums and Bananas, as from about midnight tonight will be on Amazon for a measly
£1.85! Bloody bargain if I do say so myself and a bit of a hoot to boot! (See
what I did there?)
For those of you who’ve read it…get on Amazon and write a
bloody review please! (Nice ones will be rewarded in heaven I’m sure.) For
those of you who are yet to experience the delight that was my first novel…DOWNLOAD
it now. I have a husband and a step dog to feed and a bit of a Guinness habit
that I’d like to maintain after this bloody half marathon is dunzo!
So, I was kind of bouncy as well as kind of pleased today
for at least an hour, anyway.
I’m still not loving my being employed situation, not that I’m
not grateful for the wage at the end of the month and all that jazz that comes
with job security, just feeling a bit jaded by the whole process. You see, what
I want ideally, is to be at home, writing, day in, day out. But only readers
can make that happen. Believe me I’ve tried the whole praying thing, the
wishing thing, even the think positive thoughts thing but nothing puts a plan
into action like begging, or pimping I suppose, so buy the book kids!
Back to the running/jogging, you’ll be pleased to know I’ve abandoned
the plan completely and am now going to concentrate solely on building stamina
and mileage at my own pace and sort of my own time.
Obviously with the Cardiff
half looming the ‘own timing’ thing has a bit of a pressure timer on it; but
with four weeks left I should be in with a chance.
Shouldn’t I?
She says with a tremor in her voice.
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