Killing calves
Don’t worry, I’m still vegetarian, even if the house is not very vegetarian-friendly at the mo due to Shaun’s three day meat festival (I’m out three nights in a row this week so he’s unloaded Tesco of their meat aisle, by the looks of the fridge).
Although Helen made me drink beer for about eight hours yesterday in Tonbridge (I think we made it to all the pubs in the High Street; we won’t be going back to the one that charged £4.90 a pint though), I did Juneathon today by doing my little .75 lap and my legs still haven’t recovered from Sunday’s hilly 10k, as my calves were very painful at the end.
Ouch.
Stats
Distance: 0.76 miles
Time: 7:57
Pace: 10:28
Calories: 80
Hours spent in pubs yesterday: 8
Pubs visited in Tonbridge High Street: all of them
Meat festivals: 1
Killing calves: 2
£4.90! A place must be really pretentious to charge that.
Was it a special beer?
Nope, just a pint of Becks.
It was a Sainsbury meaty fest, now two thirds dwindled. Sausages tomorrow, so hopefully the house will be fragrant when you come in! Think I missed out on not opting for the fish option, mind.
The Stick is the answer to your calf tightness. Let me attack them and they’ll be right as rain. Honest…!
Phew! You had me going for a moment there with your title.