Week 8It was a big weekend birthday bash at Blackpool for Mums 70th and I had my running kit packed in expectation of a nice Sunday run along the promenade –the running didn’t quite go to plan, in fact the plan was not approached or considered and most definitely not implemented – my only feasible excuse consisting of my imbibing a pre run breakfast of sausage, eggs, bacon, tomatoes, fresh orange, coffee, toastwithmarmalade, another coffee and more toastwithmarmalade which then rendered me inert for the rest of the day.
Run stats - zero - leaning toward abject failure
