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.
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
ReplyDeleteI 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...
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