Ugh.

Got to go and pick up my car from its service. Need to get to the train
station and it's blowing a fucking gale out there.

Last night it seemed like a good idea to kill two birds with one stone
and run the 4 miles to the train station. Now it doesn't seem quite so
clever.

 

Can the mid life crisis, get a taxi like the rest of us

 

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".... accept the fat side"

 

No fat side to accept. I'm trying to make sure I get a good time in the
half-marathon, that's all.

Anyway... see other post in this thread.

 

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On sober reflection it wasn't so clever.

Part of the journey was on an A road with no lighting and a minimal
pavement/verge.

Some **** in a lorry hit me on my right arm (back of the arm 2 inches
above the elbow). Shrugged it off (after swearing a lot) and carried
on.

Once I got to a lit area (about one mile later) it was clear something
wasn't right- I was bleeding...

Trip to the hospital later and I'm replete with two stitches having had
a puncture wound about 1/4" in diameter and 1/2" deep stitched. Thank
heavens my iPod was on my left arm.

Arm's as sore as anything at the moment.

I'm rather pissed off; I was wearing some reflective clothing, traffic
coming the other way would have lit me up also so there's little reason
for the lorry driver not to have seen me. Of course, I should have been
running on the other side of the road but that has no verge rather than
minimal verge. My guess is he decided to 'teach me a lesson' by driving
close enough to give me a scare- compounds my view that all lorry
drivers are cunts. Further, even if I accept that the lorry driver
didn't see me (and of course wouldn't have heard anything), it doesn't
excuse the three or four cars behind him who would have seen what
happened; **** them as well.

Still, should be capable of running again in another couple of days once
the dressing's off...

 

says...

Proof, if needed, that 'keeping fit' can be bad for your health.

 

Well, I left some blood and sub-cutaneous fat at the hospital. Probably
some on the lorry too.

I'm fine. Rather kicking myself for my stupidity; but if I did this too
often (the kicking) I'd be rather sore... easier to blame others than
accept responsibility and all that.

 

Oh, I'm past keeping fit; got fit about a year ago. I'm now trying to
build stamina for distance running. Expect a post about replacement
knees and hips in something like 2024-2029.

Either that or a post about diets after I give up and put 5 or 6 stone
on.

 

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.... now that's familiar :'(

 

Yeah, he'll be riding in jeans next!

 

Neal's right Steve, at your age you should be sitting by the fire
having your needs met by a buxom, young, rosie cheeked farm girl.

 

Safety Nazi!

 

You forgot to mention the iPod.

 

It's Burnt, something was bound to go wrong

 

and indeed at this rate.....

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Bear

*Snort*

Should have offered him a Tarka Massala.

It's like Tikka Massala, but it's a little 'otter.

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You.

Yes, you.

Coat. Door. Now.

 

heh, nice.

 

Report it to Plod.

 

I object to that rather.