Sorry, another post about bloody running. I hear you cry. Well, “Tis the season” 😂 The Tokyo Olympics are due to start, with no spectators, huh! Athletics is the only thing I’ll watch on TV these days, I’m too old to sit around staring at a box. There’s too much I’ve yet to achieve. I’ll miss the first week as we’re heading off on this Scottish road trip, but hey ho…
The Paris Olympic Games will be in 2024. One hundred years since Mr Abrahams beat Charlie Paddock in the 100m sprint. You’d need to be a fan of the film, Chariots of Fire to appreciate this. Or a Sport Historian or me haha. Trust me, you really wouldn’t want to be me! I’m going to Paris in 2024. It’s my favourite city on the planet, it’s where THEY all went. If you have any literary or arty fancies you know what I mean. And of course it’s the Olympics.
Anyway back to me, the Princess once said, “It’s always about you.” I was confused? “It always has been,” I replied. I can’t understand how your life could be about someone else, surely that would make you a stalker. 😂
So, last Sunday was the Grimsby 10k race. You’re wondering if Grimsby looks like it sounds? Yes, but to be fair it’s no grimmer (ooo, that is a word, no red line) than most other northern towns. Anyaways (that, apparently isn’t a word) race days are funny things. It was 31 degrees and I like it hot. So all good. But it was my slowest 10k for ages. Ankle hurt, hips hurt and knees hurt. But the day after, I ran the fastest 6k I have run in ages with no pain, well apart from ankle, but we know that’s knackered 😂 Funny how things work out.
When you read this I shall be volunteering at the parkrun, the first one in over a year and then straight off to Bonny Scotland, have a wonderful weekend my friends 😉