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Well, I’m not hungover in a major way as I was practically tee total last night. In a I would have been tee total if I hadn’t had anything to drink kind of way. But much to Bernard’s surprise, I only had lime and soda (note the missing vodka bit) in the Fox which probably wasn’t a good idea as I think a drink might have lessened the pain a bit although what with the half an hour wait to get served, there would have been a good chance of sobering up in between drinks anyway.

But my steely resolve not to drink got less steely by the time we got to the next pub and I had some vodka. Yum. Even more yum was the wine in the next pub. And if I hadn’t got bored rigid by the people Gary had started talking to and completely ignoring me in the process I would have stayed and drunk more so it was probably just as well I headed for home. Although if I had stayed longer, I wouldn’t have met the strange man on the train. What an idiot. Why do I always end up meeting nutters when I leave the pub early? I’ll just have to stay in the pub longer next time, shame 🙂

So after my relatively moderate night I got up early and went for a run. I would have gone out earlier if I hadn’t got waylaid by my very nice but very chatty neighbour. I had checked to see if the coast was clear to put my Garmin outside to get a signal but she must have been hiding in the bushes to ambush me as there she was and we had a pleasant half hour chat about sparrows and starlings and a woman who apparently goes to Sainsburys and buys four loaves of bread and some scones purely to feed the birds with and if she has too much money then she should give it to charity and not feed the birds as they’re vermin and get in her attic and make noise and keep her awake and her son has to get up at 1 in the morning and get rid of them. If I was her, I’d be more worried about her middle aged son still living with her than a woman who feeds the birdies. It’s not right for men over 20 to be living with their mums. Says me.

Anyway, I had a good run and it would look like I’m going to reach my target of under 35 minutes for the 5k. Yes, it’s slow, but I don’t do fast 🙂

Oops, nearly forgot, good luck for tomorrow joggerblogger! He’s doing a half marathon tomorrow. Bernard reckons I won’t be able to do one this time next year. Right, I’ll show him. But as Gary pointed out, Bernard is negative about everything. This is a man who was panicking about missing the train in Brighton. Although we were sitting in a pub opposite the station and had 30 minutes left. Not the carefree devil may care attitude one would expect from a rock fan.

Stats:
Miles: 3.13
Total time: 33:33
Average pace: 10:43 minute/mile
Average speed: 5.6mph
Max speed: 7.4mph
Total calories: 292
Weather: 69F
Neighbours holding me up for half an hour talking about sparrows: 1
Cows: 4
Days without pizza and chocolate: 16
Music:
Gorillaz – Feel Good Inc.
Dirty Pretty Things – Puffin’ On A Coffin Nail
Rolling Stones – Time Is On My Side
Sex Pistols – God Save The Queen
Bobby Conn – 69 Annee Erotique
Sex Pistols – No Feelings
Nirvana – Polly
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