The Wrong Socks

My feet as well blistered after last night’s run. The wrong socks I think (again). The socks I used are only good for 10k. 13k is clearly beyond them.

L has surprised me by purchasing a Blackberry. Which she may already be regretting, as it’s a frustrating little thing. I don’t think I’ll be getting one. I’m sure she’ll get the hang of it though and then she’ll be able to show Son how to answer his.

I meet up with the old-school crowd after work and we have a night of comparing Olympic moments as we’ve all been down to London. For saying none of us got tickets in the initial ballot, we’ve all been resourceful enough to snag some for something in the later sales.

(Wednesday 15th August)

The Wrong Socks

L bemoans her 2.3 mile run this morning. Well it’s better than not doing a 2.3 mile run and it’s another tick on the spreadsheet. All hail the spreadsheet. I intend to do mine after work, although I think it might be a short run due to the foul weather.

In the end I run another ten miles, the second time this week, because amazingly it stays dry. Although I did the whole thing with the wrong socks on, having packed my ‘short distance’ socks rather than my ‘long distance’ ones. The blisters will be hell. Still, it’s another ten miles for the spreadsheet. Tick.

Then it’s ‘Dragon Tattoo’ night as we watch episode two of the TV series and hence complete book one. So far it's much better than both films. The rest will be interesting. Books two and three had so much cut out of them, they made little sense at all.

(Friday 20th January)