I stepped out tonight with a bit of Biffy in my ear – I have to admit to liking their sound. While on that subject, my breakfast TV this morning consisted of Duran Duran being interviewed and playing live – stunned to admit it, but they sounded good. I had to double take to make sure they were playing live – and they were.
Thursday night last week, I was on a bit of a mission. On Tuesday evening I ran 10k, Wednesday morning just under 5 k and on Thursday evening was going for 7k – all timed of course, with me competing against my nemesis – Me! The Thursday run felt supremely good. I felt strong, the pace was on for a quick time and I was running with the strength of a Stallion. It wasn’t quite a gallop but certainly more than a trot. Maybe one of my horsey type friends can tell me what that is – I was going to say canter but I am not too sure. My legs were pulsing with energy and making good long strides. With about a kilometre and a half to go – I was feeling invincible.
A feeling of Invincibility is normally a falsehood, if not a warning sign. Of course, it was me against my nemesis so I wasn’t slowing – at least not until my left foot hit a pot hole and rolled inward making those poor tendons crack and groan under the strain. The sound carried through my body and into my ears and completely drowned the Prodigy who were running with me at that time.
I knew I was done for. It is funny how your mind works – I am still hopping to a stop and the first thought in my mind is that now, I am going to get cold. It was around 4ºC outside and I was hot and sweaty – that wouldn’t last long. When I finally got stopped, my thoughts then turned to how long I would be out of action for before I finally picked up my phone and called for someone to come and pick me up
I then entered the ‘fat footed twat’ era of my life. A little like the ‘fat handed twat’ of old – the common denominator there being ‘twat’. For two good days, I had a swollen foot that had a shape more like a half inflated condom. Last night I managed my walk to Italian lessons without a worry and tonight, a speed walk for 45 minutes and it is feeling good – I must congratulate myself on a speedy recovery. I will hold off the running until monday though, just to be sure.
Now the second mugging was one of those moments that you hope no-one was watching you. The photo machine in the railway station was going to get the better of me. After asking for directions from a policeman (all in Italian I might add), I found the machine and cursed when I saw the money slot was only for coins. I begged some change from the café and headed for the machine. With a handful of coins I was quite spritely at feeding the damn thing but then the third coin was rejected. I had enough time to think the words ‘what the’ before a small box popped out and landed at my feet.
Rubber Johnnies – what am I going to do with them I wondered. Maybe I could half inflate one and stick it on my other foot so they both looked the same. Then I realised – not Johnnies but a Disney key ring with Daisy Duck on it. I already have a use for it.
I cursed myself for a few seconds as I got in the booth and sat down, drew the curtain then realised that the money slot inside the booth also took 5 & 10 euro notes !!
Lastly, a quick hello to some old chums over in Oz – Chan, Emma & Sage.