It's been a canny tough since I last blogged like, only managed 228 miles of training which is not what I wanted. I'm no pussy man. Had to cook for myself since Monday because Josephat int talking to me, I was only having banter with him calling him Yammy Josephat and spinach breath. He dint take it as banter like and started crying and stormed out on us. We still share a bed and snuggle when it gets cold but he won't even make eye contact.
I know he will come round like as me dad always used to say sometimes you cant get the hay to the top of the pile but if you keep trying eventually you might get the hay to the top of the pile. Aye so I'm just thinking that Josephat is a Yammy heap of hay and we will be alreet again.
My session on Tuesday went canny good, did 63 minute Kenyan hills with small Kenyan kids on my back who where on there way to school, ran up the hill for about 3 minutes dropped them off then ran back down and picked the other batch up. Physiologically if I can run with a small child on me back then running without a small child on me back will be easier like.
Got bored this morning so punched myself in the face 8 times.
Just been on Skype to our lizzy, was canny emotional like but was nice. Read her a poem I had wrote for her
My darling lizzy your a canny good lass
Being this far away is making my love grow for you in a big way
I will never treat you nasty I will stay faithful and never smash a pasty
I nearly love you a much as Philippe Albert like when he scored that goal against Man U
One day ya know I might marry you
Struggled saying the last bit as I was struggling to see our lizzy cry, not bothered what people think as I'm no pussy man. Like my dad used to say it might be a John Deere tractor and our neighbours have got a Massey Ferguson but ours does more miles to the galon and green is a nice colour
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