Sunday, 28 September 2014

For the record....

For the record, the running isn't getting any easier and my speed isn't getting any faster. In fact, things may be getting worse. This is the cost of a glorious summer spent in Edinburgh, gulping down every bit of theatre I could. And exploring the American West with my family, in all its sumptuousness. But no running. Price is high.  I can hear Father Time and Mother Earth having a good laugh at my expense every time I lace up my trainers. Sigh.


  1. Your running mojo will return. Just hiding in same place as mine. If we keep looking in theatres, coffee shops, museums, art galleries & bottles of wine its bound to turn up sooner or later. X

  2. I totally agree with the above comment Anne. In Spanish a little mojo would be a mojito. And even a little does the world of good, am sure you will find it soon. After all, it's all about raising the bar...