06.29 – 07.05

Life The Black Dog came for me. Or continued to come for me in gradually more obvious increments. It coincides (perhaps unsurprisingly) with my acceptance that my foot is properly fucked and in spite of what the podiatrist told me I think I’ve got to stop running. Σσ has always got my back thank god. I took the kids to Ηη’s School fair on Saturday. The kids got a selfie with Gunnersaurus and Σσ, who had spent the previous evening getting slightly smashed at a Robyn gig, joined us a bit later nursing a well-earned hangover. Somehow that counts as the highlight of the week so I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised I’m feeling under par. Running No not really Thursday: Lunch Run – 7.68mi at 7:46/mi