Into the Wild

In the wilds of Borneo and the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho, move their body to and fro

Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me
Das ist gut, c'est fantastique, hit me, hit me, hit me

Ian Dury.

So I walk to school thinking that some arty grass shots are in order. After 1 picture the battery dies. Have I been here before, I ponder. I couldn't even be bothered to go through the motions of the battery palm roll special of the other day.

So some grass made jungle which got me thinking, 'Ian Dury' for some reason.

I expected rain but have got sun. Somewhat disappointed!

Marking books today, most of the day. Once I'm in the zone, I could say that I enjoyed the whole process.

A run home to look forward to. A week of running and watching my calories (i.e. not stuffing my face as usual) and I've lost 3lbs. I'm off to celebrate with a cream cake and some toast with dripping.

That wobbly mass that had built up around my waist since last October is slowly becoming less so.

Why do I ever stop running? There are some runners out there in blipfoto land. What's the secret? I suspect determination and self control might be part of the answer!

Run #6: 5 miles in 48 minutes - pouring with rain but great