My legs hurt and I am seriously rusty. Jogging should not be rushed into lightly, especially (as my girlfriend points out) after a week of multifarious food and drink, late nights, friends and family, and getting burnt to a crisp lobstery pinkiness through nobody's stupid fault but my own.
Once the pain subsides I may find a four and a bit kilometre jog a weentsy little bit easier. Oh yeah, and I'll take some water with me.
Today I talked to a man who told me a Winnie the Pooh story. I didn't remember it, but it was the one where it's Eeyore's birthday; Piglet gets him a lovely balloon which he promptly bursts after tripping over and falling on it, and Pooh finds a jar of honey for him. Unfortunately, Pooh gets hungry on the way to give Eeyore his gift and decides to eat all the honey. So Eeyore gets a burst balloon and an empty jar for his birthday, and spends the rest of his birthday putting the remains of the balloon into the pot, then taking them out, then putting them in again, and so on, which makes him incredibly happy.
Being told this story made me incredibly happy too. Little things.
The same chap who told me this story also told me about his worn out old Test Match Special hat that he uses to ward his wife off while the cricket's on, and talked to me at length about French wines. He has a website too and who knows, I may just end up buying some plonk from him one of these days.
Another bloke even said "good morning" to me while I was on my way to work. He also did a little Chinese buddhist bow thing to a trio of squirrels behind me, but still, it was very nice to be greeted so pleasantly, even if he was a bit mad.
What a great day.
Oh yes, and Pride was brilliant. What I saw of it anyway; I only managed the parade. By the time the party proper was under way I was suffering from third degree burns, sleeping off a bladder full of beer and getting the shakes. I am such an old man.
If you like what you see you can view the full set of photos here.
oh I love the idea of a test match special hat for warding off pesky wives... but how does one get hold of such a rare item, I wonder? send cakes to blowers and aggers perhaps? hmmm...
Posted by: edvard moonke | August 07, 2007 at 08:57
You lightweight :)
Admittedly beer and hot sun do not mix well, we've noticed. Oh well, it's a good excuse to plaster each other with various soothing cremes, anyway.
Off to look at piccies!
Posted by: Mr.X | August 07, 2007 at 12:37
Marcos - You could certainly try. They may just eat the cakes and forget about the whole hat thing though.
Mr.X - I'm not ashamed. I am a lightweight and proud. It does mean that damage to the wallet is kept to a minimum though, so that's a bonus. And yes, soothing creams...yum.
Posted by: Timbo | August 07, 2007 at 21:28
Have you heard the Pooh story in the 2nd episode of the "Waiting for Death" podcast?
It's beautiful and will bring a tear to your eye (or eeyore, as the case may be).
Brighton Pride. Next year. Best intention.
Posted by: bob | August 07, 2007 at 21:46
OMG. I spelt Eeyore wrong. Research, must remember to do basic research.
The answer to your question is no. And I still don't understand what podcasts are. Surely it's just some sound on an mp3 player, so why the silly name?
As for Pride, me too Bob. Me too. (I don't hold weird scary grudges. Just weird grudges.)
Posted by: Timbo | August 07, 2007 at 21:53
I've sorted out the spelling now, so as long as nobody reads these comments I'll be okay.
Posted by: Timbo | August 07, 2007 at 21:54
I like the way you put your run distance in kilometres to make it sound more impressive.
We all know that's about 20 feet in English...
Posted by: penfold | August 08, 2007 at 20:05