Yee, and indeed, ha.

Today I ran 11 miles. This concerns me.

As previously stated I have no electric equipment with me which means the brain wonders. It occurred to me that that is the furthest I have ever run, anywhere, in one sitting. It's also a bloody long way. My beloved home Island is only 9 miles wide (so I'm told, not been through the tunnel in years so can't confirm, Rab?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and I would never run from St. Peter to Grewville as I would get lost.

All in all I'm quite chuffed but am still wrestling with wether or not I actually like running. I started to think that I don't like running but do like the sense of achievment, which has many equals that teenage boys could concur with, like having a wash. Before I get any smut, they like being clean but hate washing.................

Then I thought when am I going to hit 'the wall' but as I don't know what that is, ignorance is bliss(ters).

A quote, ('cause it seems fashionable), "Effort only fully releases its reward after a person refuses to quit.", and another one because I Love Winny Churchill, "We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give."