the agony and the ecstasy..........oh, just the agony then

I can't sleep in anymore, my body refuses to. It must be the running, my energy levels are through the roof, which is a bit of a joke as my legs are so sore that I'm walking around like Stephen Hawking.

It's 7:40am on my day off, I should be dreaming the dreams of kings, instead I'm getting the body glide on and out onto the road.

I'm trying to express how painful my legs are but words wouldn't do it justice. And then there's the other little aches and pains that have started creeping in. Blisters, lower back, and weirdly my arms, I put it all behind me and get on the road.

The body glide makes me feel like I've wet myself, which is very disconcerting and puts me off, and then I start to worry that perhaps I should have gone again before I left the house but the pain brings me sharply back into focus.

I get to the park and there are lots of new mums walking around in packs. They're like gangs but with three wheeled buggies instead of Staffs.

I'm running around with a look on my face like I've got knives cutting into my feet, or listening to Lady Ga Ga, and the mums are looking at me with a look that says,
"Until you've pushed one of these things out of you darling, your 'little run' is a walk in the park"

They've got a point but right now I'm thinking it's preferable to jam a pineapple somewhere than do this run. I get round the park and out.

I get onto Mare st and I'm pondering the poor spelling and grammar that has infiltrated my blog of late. It's mostly because I'm knackered from running, but it reminded me of being in school and having to go to 'special classes' to learn how to write properly because I was left handed. They made me write with my hand directly underneath the line I was writing, because otherwise my left hand would smudge the ink. 2 years I tortured myself trying to write like this, why didn't anyone give me a biro?

I get onto Graham rd and am not far from home when the overwhelming need to have a shit pushes past the pain and to the forefront of my mind. The body glide is playing tricks on me and for a split second I think that it's broken the barrier, thankfully it hadn't and I walk home with dignity intact.

I did think to myself as I wandered past the market,
"What would happen if I was forced to push one through here, and then I left it there? Would someone stop me and ask if I was going to pick it up?"

I guess I'd just get arrested.