The last time I went to the Nice Shop to buy some proper running shoes, they had me pile up and down St. Michael's Hill (it's steep, even for Bristol) a half-dozen times in different examples so they could 'check my gait' and watch me expire on the pavement afterwards.
This time, I biked up there, piled up and down St. Michael's Hill a half dozen times, biked home again and then expired in a heap.
Progress. Excellent. (Pardon my enthusiasm, this business of a 'beginner's running club' at work is (a) rather fun, and (b) kicking my arse.)
This time, I biked up there, piled up and down St. Michael's Hill a half dozen times, biked home again and then expired in a heap.
Progress. Excellent. (Pardon my enthusiasm, this business of a 'beginner's running club' at work is (a) rather fun, and (b) kicking my arse.)
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Date: 2006-04-01 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-01 10:25 pm (UTC)I should note, for the purposes of clawing hold of what vanishing (post)punk cred I may have had left, that I do my running in cut-off flecktarn combats and a sleeveless Whitby shirt.
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Date: 2006-04-02 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-01 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-01 10:26 pm (UTC)