As talk of the impending blizzard swept through the office, the Met Office's website was brought to a grinding halt as terminal after terminal groaned at the amount of times the F5 key was pressed in order to see the immortal word - "falling"; that was the "Q" to do a runner in a bid to get home before the blizzard came.
Include me in that group, I wanted back to the hotel in order to get into the gym, as tonight was my first attempt at running any further than I would for last orders at the bar.
Staring at the lights outside the office, someone happened to shout "it's snowing" and with that, the Trumptonites departed in their droves, including me.
Not long after an email came through with my race confirmation and my number - 1305
So into the gym I fell, literally, and did that kind of walk up to the reception that hoped no one saw me, asking for my towel and a cup for the water machine.
I managed a 40 minute session on the treadmill with a combination of walking and running; distance was about 3 1/2 kilometres. Not very far given the time, but time wasn't my aim, it was to be able to run any further than about 100/150 yards without stopping; and I'm happy I achieved that.
Only problems I had were in my left leg, hip and ankle which hurt and burned like hell, so I just slowed it down to a walk until it wore off and then moved back up to a jog.
I followed this by 10 minutes in the steam room in order to relax a bit, and I'll give it another go tomorrow.
Other achievements today are that I resisted Bulmers in the hotel and Aspell in the pub; still alcohol free and feeling a damn site better for it.
Be careful in the snow; we've got bucket loads down here tonight.
Later Folks
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