….better than any training session money - or rather sweat, pain and the pouring rain - can get you. so having purchased today a flashy natty well ‘ard new pair of trainers, i am passing up on today’s training…because….well, because i feel a bit tired….and my heel hurts. god, that sounds pathetic….and i’m going to go run in the desert and the the pole? what a joke. but seriously, all those runnning sites say you should never force your body….so i am defintely not forcing my body as i lie horizontally on my couch. And the saddest thing? i’m actually wearing my flash new trainers in doors, ‘wearing them in’. achem, moving on.

anyway, back to the purchase of the well hard trainers. there i was, in ‘Run and Become’ (Become what exactly? a fitness nut?), defintely victoria’s finest and most serious trainer emporium for the runner who is going places, and the lady serving me is trying to sell me on the merits of plain vanilla men’s running shoes. what about all those other walls full of trainers, what are they for i politely enquire? Ah, those are for offroad, she replied. Hello!?!? 120km winds? ice? sand? i resisted the temptation to gloat (??) that unlike everyone else in the shop, i was not buying my shoes for the london marathon and instead mumbled something about doing some running on sand….so now i am the proud owner of the meanest silver grey off roadsters you can get, complete with hyper-speed dayglo orange go faster stripes. NICE.

oh, aparently i over-pronate - there’s an interesting fact for you. might account for th dodgy heel. right.