Bridge to Brisbane

So, what happened? How did you do? And what was for breakfast? It’s Wednesday here in the U.S.

It’s on Sunday, Mary - Chris is a ‘ring-in’ w my work croonies… Our team is called ‘Four Men and a Little Lazy’ [you can guess which is my role ;-)]… Chris and I still debating whether to ‘beer carton lederhosen’ it up, or go the furry pants and bra… I think Chris is quite keen to don his velvet dress again, though, so who knows what the day will hold… We hope to a) finish and b) get on the news…

Shall keep you, er, ‘posted’…

Ambling Ging

Why not run the whole 12km (not even ‘real’ miles) ? I remember the days when you’d run 12km with 60lbs of newspapers hanging round your neck and a couple of dogs chasing you at 5am.

And thankfully, Nick, those days are long past. My knees are heading towards the same condition as yours! Although I would have liked to run over the bridge.

This way I get to call it exercise without actually straining myself and justify the grease I’ll eat at the dirty caff afterwards.

“Fun” and “run” do not belong in the same sentence. Unless perhaps “It is not fun to run.” Or “Let’s have fun; on second thought, lets run instead.”

-eb

Chris, I think its the duty of every blogger to jopin thre local Hash House Harriers, no buzz no gain.