Well, it’s fair to say that not much running happened over the weekend. Instead there was drinking beer, barbequing sausages, and moving house. Sarah helped me move, and I think we all got plenty of exercise on account of my old flat being up three million stairs.
Still I hope to arise phoenix like from my own ashes today as I take up running again with gusto. Or maybe tomorrow.
I'm feeling slightly more Snickers than Marathon today.
In other news - Sarah is off work this week like a massive slacker.
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