Whatever that means
Since it still feels like I’m shovelling shit all day, you get whatever gets snapped while I wait at the roundabout for TFP. I’m undecided about the bag. On the one hand, it’s a handy place to keep a wee camera, spare tube, grub and, on a trip to the shop, happily accommodates a bottle of wine. On the other hand. Hmm. What is on the other hand? Looks a bit big, I suppose. I’ll make a smaller one.
For two blokes who were making weary excuses for themselves before we set off, this evening’s run with Greg turned into a bit of a blast around the usual route. First time under an hour. Should sleep well tonight.