pm 2 miles easy along the canal with Grace - well, not really easy and not really with Grace.
Plan was 3 miles easy but my leg played up bad. Grace took her opportunity to destroy me in true Terminator fashion. She zipped off into the distance, not even stopping to see if her poor old fella was ok. When our paths crossed as she came back along the tow path, she gave me the loser 'L' sign with her fingers. Kids. You do your best by them and then when you're on your knees they stomp on you.
Going to get my own back on the little rapscallion:)
p.s. my leg is about as much use as a chocolate bikini in the Sahara - no more running until leg feels perfect for a week. On second thoughts...
Where's that humongous Belgian chocolate cake I bought. Ah, there it is. No way Grace - only losers with gammy legs eat this stuff:) Oh yes, here we go... |