It wasn't so long ago that blogging was not in my vocabulary and a diary was something confined to love sick teenage girls in a different era and here i am 100 not out.
As the end of the journey rapidly approaches some nerves and doubts are raising their combined heads, failure to complete the twenty two hasn't helped.
Desparately avoiding sicknotes and hoping the gout doesn't return.
The gaffer thinks that I should abandon all thoughts of time and of course any time will be a pb.
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18 miles ran today and no timing devices used and ran with more freedom and a touch slower too. Suffering more stiffness than usual and off for a second bath.
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