My furthest distance. Eva. That’s what my good freind Mr. Lance Armstrong said as I finished my run. 5km in the pooring rain as a figure of 8 round Wimbledon Park. 23m 47s. Only 11 minutes behind the world record! Maybe I should enter myself for the 2012 games? Ok… Maybe not. Also managed to run 3km earlier this week in 12m 57s. First time under 13 minutes and I was well chuffed.
Why, when people blow their nose, do they then proceed to open up their handkerchief to look at what they’ve just produced? What are they expecting to find? Gold? Keys to a mansion house? A small Sicilian man called Alberto that will fly them via magic handkerchief to paradise?
Well done on your run
Your comments on people blowing their nose made me smile