I’m not in fine running fettle at the moment. My legs are misbehaving a little, they seem to have forgotten that they belong to a runner now and are firmly set in the slobbing out in front of the telly mode. The legs managed an 8.5 k circuit of Richmond Park today but I’m not too happy about their lack lustre attitude and they had better develop a spring in their step before next Sunday’s London 10k or I’ll have to have words with them.
This reminds me of one of Oliver Sacks’ patients from The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat, this guy felt that one of his legs had been replaced by a strangers amputated leg. He didn’t take to it at all and kept throwing himself out of the bed, leg first as he tried to remove himself from the imposter attached to his body. Note to legs - take this as a warning!
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