I just got back from a short run. It was hard. Please check this out for the details of last week.
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I am thoroughly enjoying Welsh’s Trainspotting. He wrote it, I am led to believe, here in Amsterdam. Distance lends enhancement, so sang Jonathan Fucking Pryce, in Evita, the dos cunt. The book …
I think that Boy is a lesson in economic writing. It’s certainly a challenge for the writer to try and say as much as they can in as little words as possible. Dahl, in a few pages, is able to paint a picture of his father. In a few chapters, to remind us of the torture that …
About ten or twelve weeks ago, I was sick. It was what my mum would call a baddy. I got a sickly feeling, muscle pain, and soreness through my testicles – I hate the testicle ache. I thought, hurry up then, but there is no rushing these viruses and it took a full week for me to …
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It was all going so well. The runs were feeling better, we were going faster, we were running for longer. Last night all that changed.
I was cruising through my second lap of the Vondelpark when something changed in my lower right back, just a touch above my bum near the middle. I walked for a while and tried to pick …
I worked hard today, all week actually, and in between the gaps ran about 30 kms. I picked Andrea up from work, her last day, had a few wines then ate a pack of crisps. A 150 gram pack. I turned it over, there are 187 calories in 40 grams of these mother fuckers. 187, that’s …
In the beginning we had to run for 20 minutes, walk for 1, then run again. Then we had to do 25, 1, 25. We just chopped 30, 1, 30. Now, 60 minutes is 1/6 more time than 50 (obviously) but we did not travel more than a 1/6 extra… we did about half a loop, three …
My friends Hamish and Norma are in town from New Zealand. This trip back is their honeymoon. They arrived on Friday, which was my birthday. My day started with a nutty existential dream. I was at Gatwick with my friend James, I hushed him because I suspected one of my exes would be making the …
I was thinking, yesterday, as my fat fucking belly wobbled its way around the touch field, and later as I tucked into my dinner, a large portion of Surinamese Bami, what levels of austerity must one live to in order not be a fat little pudding? What do you have to do? What does your diet look like? …
I ran alone this morning. There was a lot of wobbly bits. Wobbly mammaries and derrières, which sounds like a greeting card company. I didn’t mean to focus on this, but it was hard to miss; the type of runner on Sunday at 11 is different to the crowd of last Thursday morning. You can’t help but think …
Running, it seems, has got a bad reputation. In The Tao of Pooh, Benjamin Hoff says,
You see them [Bisy Backsons/Busy Back Soons] almost everywhere you go, it seems. On practically any sunny sort of day, you can see the Backsons stampeding through the park, making all kinds of loud Breathing Noises. Perhaps you are enjoying a picnic …
The type of people we would like to become have to be our inspiration. There is no one more inspiring than someone who got this body and looks by pure hard work, dedication and inspiration. We love you, and your tits, Malibu.
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy !
That was written by Robert Burns. In 2009 Robert Burns was voted the Greatest Scot of all time, some 213 years after …
Nobody wants another pair of supercilious wankers imposing their oft illiterate views on the world. To avoid the label, or give you a chance to make your minds up, and maybe go and waste your employer’s time on another site, allow me to introduce myself and my companion. My name is Jamie Dobson, I was born in Hull, …
