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In Another Life
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...and we click into another week.
So, rec.runners, what are you going to do with your next five days? Trudge along in the same old
rut? Say much the same old things to the same old people? Run the same old routes in the same old
shoes following the same old training plans?
Well not me. This week I shall:
Make a new friend.
Make a new enemy.
Travel everywhere by bus and be unreasonably friendly to all I meet.
Cut my hair in a strange style.
Wear a suit.
Run in the rain.
Come home v-e-r-y late, possibly drunk.
Anyway, that's enough of that. Did I tell you I was in Amsterdam one April and, with a couple of
friends, I picked heaps of the tulips that litter the parks and used them to completely cover the
little Fiat car of a nurse I was seeing? Was bloody hilarious at the time. Great days...
So, rec.runners, what are you going to do with your next five days? Trudge along in the same old
rut? Say much the same old things to the same old people? Run the same old routes in the same old
shoes following the same old training plans?
Well not me. This week I shall:
Make a new friend.
Make a new enemy.
Travel everywhere by bus and be unreasonably friendly to all I meet.
Cut my hair in a strange style.
Wear a suit.
Run in the rain.
Come home v-e-r-y late, possibly drunk.
Anyway, that's enough of that. Did I tell you I was in Amsterdam one April and, with a couple of
friends, I picked heaps of the tulips that litter the parks and used them to completely cover the
little Fiat car of a nurse I was seeing? Was bloody hilarious at the time. Great days...