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On Wednesday I’m gonna watch the football Barcelona vs. Arsenal. With the Fish. Me watching football happens once in a blue moon, or more correctly twice or three times a year. This however, is already my second match of the year – the first was for Goatboy’s birthday.
Anyway, I ran today. Like a monkey with sore calf muscles. 13miles or 21k or my last and by all means most favourite term for this distance – a half-marathon! This is the first time I’ve gone that far, and am certain to get that time faster and faster as the weeks progress.
It was really cool, for those interested I ran it in 2:15 and burnt an insane 1900-odd calories. BPM was totally cool, and I was able to talk with my Consiglieri, Beatricé, who ran and then cycled with me all the way – thanks missus. We also ran past Crystal who was racing through the Bout-du-Monde area.
Anyway, cheers everyone for all for the support, and I shall keep running like a monkey with sore calf muscles – sponsorship (thank Si) really helps for two reasons. Firstly, it means that your friends care about what you are doing which is massively supportive in and of itself. Secondly, and more importantly, it reminds you that you are running for something bigger than yourself, in my case for Phabkids, and that every cent you help raise will directly help others. Sermon over, happy Sunday kids…
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Corr blimey guv’nor… Damn mopeds!
Since last posting, I have had two runs – Tuesday and Wednesday night. Tuesday, set a new personal record for 6.5km, and yesterday got really antsy at a Moped driver!
Let me set the scene… Bea and I were doing a set of intervals… as we were breaking (time between intervals) and walking across a bridge over the Arve, a cyclist pedalled towards us, he was on a racer and between tramtracks, trying to move towards the pavement (like a good cyclist should). This arse on a moped then decides he’s going to undertake the cyclist. And starts revving his engine to do so. There’s a clear look of panic on the cyclist’s worried face. and he veers back towards the centre of the road.
But the moped driver, being the arse he is, doesn’t take the opportunity to undertake, the cyclist veers back again, they almost clash, and I yell “Are you insane?” to the moped monkey.
Said chap then stops his moped in the middle of the street and starts hurling abuse at me. I remonstrate a little (in a very non-Will and restrained manner), and then a tram comes up behind him and starts honking for the idiot to buzz-off. So he does – utter arse!
Moral of the story is, Will hates mopeds!
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