Less of a seriousy-seriousy hurty-hurty post.
Time for a slightly less depressing post than the other night’s, not least because it’s Wednesday night, which means it’s nearly Thursday morning, which means it’s nearly Friday night: a-woohoo. Had a shocker last night though, organising dinner plans for Thursday night and referring to it as ‘tomorrow night’… yes folks, I had been thinking it was Wednesday. All. Day. Long. Thierry knows.
Anyway, a while back I posted that I was going to be doing the British 10k with my really handsome and cool friend Akhil (and also Hayley, who was a better woman than me in agreeing to do it three weeks before the day). ((and super Speedy Gonzalez as well!)) It is now done, and was done in the rain last Sunday. And by rain, I mean RAIN.. cheers London. Our sponsorship page is looking absolutely beautiful and all that good stuff will be going to two very worthy causes.
I did it in an hour and eight, which is fairly shite but was a result of me being scared of breaking myself – and also, based on the photos on the website, me being in the middle of texting my sister going “Where are you?!?!” throughout the majority of the race experience. The good news is I’ve been bitten by the running bug and will be doing another one soon. But don’t worry, you don’t have to sponsor me.
So thank you again. More importantly, the boys were back in training yesterday and looking MIGHTY FINE in doing so. Goodness me Thomas Vermaelen. What with him, Legohair and Monsieur Pretty altogether, we’ll be absolutely fine next season, and will simply handsome our opponents into submission. In seriousness though… actually sod seriousness, there’s far too much of that around at the moment. It’s the off season, let’s all have a relax. And a laugh at poor old WONDERFUL Andre Santos’s expense. I love that man. ‘Beloved friends’… he’s just ace.
Until next time.