My running shoes missed me this morning.
Running less to get fresher for the 56k Two Oceans Easter Saturday.
Except that I run much more for being out there running than this pop-fizz-bubble in me. Or do I? Either way I missed my running shoes too, the morning stars, quiet streets and the early air all over me.
And just before Comrades, if I don’t break or hurt anything, I’ll get a bigger taper and even more fizz-bubbling. And after the finish line, a case or ten of magnum’s more.