It's final, the entry form for a 10km run in 3 weeks is in the post. Which means that in just 21 days I have to get from being a panting, semi-trotting hunched up old git to a striding athletic Adonis. Well, enough of a runner to get around 6 miles anyway. The 3 miles I did today seemed comfortable enough, although my right shin hurts like buggery and my posture makes me look like I've just nipped down from my bell tower in Paris. However, 6 miles is an altogether different prospect, not least because I've promised myself that if I can't drag my sorry carcass around in less than an hour I will publicly declare myself a big girl.
Actually, I'm lucky I have running to provide a vent for me when I have a crap day, like today. Everything started fine, I even saw an interesting ex-alcoholic with Wernicke-Korsakoff Syndrome, in which sufferers can't remember everyday words and memories so they fill in the gaps with total nonsense. Our guys asked where his butters were when he had actually lost his shoes. I vaguely recall it being shown on House, so it must be a proper rare disease.
Anyway, I digress. After I left the hospital I went to Tesco's and tried to pay for £20's worth of shopping with my debit card. Unauthorised. The joy. So I tried my credit card. Unauthorised. Double joy. It turns out that the hundreds of pounds that I am owed by friends, poker sites, online bookmakers, uncleared cheques and intermittent employers have caught up with me, and my overdraft is temporarily maxed out. And as for my credit card, I didn't pay a bill of £20 on time and now they've withdrawn my cashout privileges. Wonderful.
So, I rushed home..no, wait, I crawled home in snail-paced traffic and transferred some money from one of my savings accounts into my current account, and then crawled back to Tesco's to sheepishly pay for my now thawed shopping.
Honest, I haven't blown my student loan on poker and the horses, I'm actually just a bit careless in putting £50 on a poker site, withdrawing £75 after a few wins and then repeating the process the next day. Each withdrawal takes 5 days so I get a bit short sometimes....
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4 comments:
heh..langford..a bit short..heheh
Mercy! Your sharp wit strikes another cruel blow. And for the last time, 5 foot 10 is not short!
no how you feel, ive had to take out almost a grand from my savings to get me through this term!!
how long you been running...you best do it in under an hour you pansie! i gotta half marathon in 11 days that i forgot about, jus did 5 miles today and it almost killed me lol
It's going to kill you! Didn't I constantly warn you before about taking training seriously? I'd be surprised if you crawled around in less than 3 hours mate, don't worry about me! ;-)
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