A lovely day today for a wee trip to the beach.
I decided to slightly extend today’s run, so rather than just turning back at Kings Road in Portobello, I followed the prom (tiddly-om-pom-pom) all the way along – as in the Portobello race. Up at the Joppa end onto the High Street then a quick duck back down Morton Street and back along the prom until rejoining my usual route.
Knocked a normally 5 mile run up to about 8. Thought I’d go bit further today as there is no “club run” tonight as such. Off instead to do the latest East Lothian Summer Series race in Musselburgh – a nice four and a half mile dash round the Grove and into Inveresk. Looking forward to that.
I probably shouldn’t be running at all for the next week and a bit L. Off to Italy for our holidays soon, and I want to get there in one piece. It’s usually this time of year that I fall and crack/split/thwack/blooter something. August is a “jinxed” month for me.. Knee last year, rib the year before that, elbow one year….spent my hols last year walking about in lofty shorts with a suppurating wound on my knee – not a stylish look – even by MY low standards.
The bit of Italy we are off to (the lakes) is, apparently, where some bloke called Clooney has a house. Don’t know much about him but I believe he used to be a doctor, then tried his hand at films (none of which I’ve heard of – so he can’t have been any good), but now makes a living selling coffee machines (so, a bit like the late, great Gareth Hunt, then). It appears that he’s quite popular among women of a certain age (i.e. “biddies”). Anyway, I wanted to go elsewhere. I’m worried that I get mistaken for him and get hounded the whole time we’re there. . I don’t think the boy Clooney’s a runner though – he’s a bit on the beefy side.