Running has been pretty good lately with the exception of the sucky English weather. I squeezed in another run yesterday with Canadia, but we had to take a short walk break in the middle because I was bitch-slapped with shin splints again. I did end up getting orthopedic inserts for my shoes a few weeks back and they’ve been working out really well for me. I guess that particular pair of shoes is giving up the ghost though which is depressing since they haven’t quite reached 300 miles yet. Poopsicles.
I’m hoping to get in another quick run early tomorrow morning before I head off for the weekend. I’ll be at the wheel of a rental car again, so this is fair warning to all the Brits I meet on the M6 tomorrow. The last thing I have on my to-do list for today is to make a sign for the back window of the car that says ‘I’m sorry, I’m foreign.’
And for anyone who is of the orthodox persuasion, happy Easter this weekend. Unfortunately, the celebration I’m attending this weekend is not of the Greek variety, so no lambs on spits, no cracking red-dyed eggs, and no eating mounds of delicious Greek food until I’m in a coma. However, Viper kindly left me a link to an amusing video which I’ve embedded below. My favorite part is the comment section below the video on the YouTube page. Greeks, they’re not happy unless they’re bitching about something.
Please to enjoy, everyone. (Thanks, lush.)
Have a great weekend, everybody.