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Date: 04 July 2005 11:47:44
I'm knackered. Mr Fishsoup and I ran our 10k yesterday - in aid of the Mayan children's charity in Mexico that he is a trustee of. I DO NOT run. Do not get it into your head that I am in any way sporty. Beforehand I didn't want to do it - even though Mr Fishsoup was bribing me with pink percy pig sweets from M&S - necessary for all runners.
But, we both ran the whole thing without stopping. 63 minutes isn't fast, but it's respectable. Most of me still works, but stairs are an issue. Unfortunately my excitement was somewhat ruined by the fact that I then forgot to eat anything and passed out on the bus between central London and Forest Hill. Camberwell Green, to be precise. Mr Fishsoup pointed out, as I levered myself of the bus floor, that if I could find a can of White Lightning I would fit right in. So I can't actually tell whether my bruises are from the running or the collapsing.
Still, we're both very relieved, and now he is off to a missions conference for three days, leaving me with the cat. Sad but true.