It's fun to talk in the third person.
Just call me jelly legs. I've been in London for two and half weeks up until this point working for my new PR company and living in Southfields. Within days of moving in properly I realised two things:
1. My bed was broken and my landlord is never going to do fuck all about it, nice guy that he is.
2. There is an all mod-cons athletic track five minutes away from my front door.
Now so that you're aware, the realisation most pertinent to this posting is the second the other is just another opportunity to whine about my bed. It really does suck, it's like sleeping on an inverted speedbump.
So I turned up to my first training session after being in London for two days and I was ambushed by smiley happy faces. Little did I realise that this was a cynical ploy to cover the tortuous fate that was awaiting me. After mistaking the warm up for the main session's activity, I was in the process of threading my tracksuit bottoms onto my legs when I noticed people were getting their spikes out. Rather than acting as I should and bolting for the gate before attention was drawn to my cowardice, I succumbed to peer pressure and accepted my fate. The session went well, I didn't black out and only once did a 14 year old girl pass me with consumate ease. The other two times she was really trying.
Stupidly I returned again last night and somwhere in the middle of a session consisting of three five-minute all out efforts with two measly minutes of recovery in between I was grafted the legs of a new-born foal. Suddenly whilst trying to augment my position at the back of the field I lost the ability to run in a straight line adding on a couple of metres every lap as my legs swayed a crazy wobble down the track. There was one solitary positive to be taken from it, I was never lapped because much like cars following a driver whose left indicator has been flashing for the past five minutes, people couldn't figure out which way I was going next. The running club in truth has beena massive boon allowing me to meet up with a wide variety of people outside of work and giving me a focus whilst I try to remove excess chub.
I will add some new postings over the next few weeks dealing more with te subject of London generally but it's difficult until I get an internet connection sorted at my flat.