Thursday, 6 June 2013
Busy doing very little indeed
Yesterday I fell asleep under a tree. Like Huckleberry Finn. Only when I woke up, I didn't paint a white picket fence or terrorize Becky Thatcher: I went for a run. Just a quick one, around the heath. Then I went for a swim in the pond. I say swim; I went in just far enough to shock my sore knee, then I got out. And fell asleep under the tree, again.
(Stats: About 5k, but I got lost so could be a little more, could be a little less; 29 minutes; 9.21 minute/mile.)
(Pic: What I was doing when I was neither running, nor sleeping.)