Showing posts with label knee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knee. Show all posts
Monday, 18 May 2009
First run since injury
My groin was pretty good, and there wasn't any knee pain either. I got round in 1.01.45, which is slow, but that's two weeks off for you, I guess.
Monday, 18 February 2008
“Two words: not good enough.”
Mondays aren’t generally my favourite day of the week, but today was brilliant for three reasons.
1 – Kate came and met me for lunch in town. We ate sandwiches from Katsouris in the square at Spinningfields, then looked around the old John Rylands Library on Deansgate. The day was crisp, clear and bright. I enjoyed hanging out so much that I didn’t realise the time, and I had to sneak back into work late.
2 – For the first time since 17th September last year, I played five-a-side football. My twisted knee held out – in fact my fitness impressed me.
3 – News at Ten included a piece about Liverpool FC’s recent run of bad form. Different fans were asked what they thought the problem was, variously answering that it was the manager, the team, the owners. My favourite was an old man, who said, “Two words: not good enough.”
1 – Kate came and met me for lunch in town. We ate sandwiches from Katsouris in the square at Spinningfields, then looked around the old John Rylands Library on Deansgate. The day was crisp, clear and bright. I enjoyed hanging out so much that I didn’t realise the time, and I had to sneak back into work late.
2 – For the first time since 17th September last year, I played five-a-side football. My twisted knee held out – in fact my fitness impressed me.
3 – News at Ten included a piece about Liverpool FC’s recent run of bad form. Different fans were asked what they thought the problem was, variously answering that it was the manager, the team, the owners. My favourite was an old man, who said, “Two words: not good enough.”
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Darren Fletcher's house.
Helen Wallis is my stalker. On my walk today, I texted and asked her about a nightclub in Sale that I’d passed. She asked what I was doing in Sale, and I explained that I was walking to Dunham Massey. And then who should I run into there? Yes, Helen Wallis. She’d brought Max along as an alibi, but I knew her game, the viper! I’ve never heard anything quite like the sound of skimming chunks of ice over a frozen pond. It was like a bird singing through a vocoder as it flew overhead, or a rattling tin of jumping beans running away through a tunnel. It echoed, distant, and mechanical. We ate freshly baked scones with cream and jam, a perfect treat given the crispness of the day. We drove back past Darren Fletcher’s house. It’s horrible.
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Anticipation has a habit to set you up...
Things I look forward to: (or have looked forward to, if they've already happened)
The release of The Blair Years
Dinner
The release of Pro Evo 2008
Emails
Fridays
Post
New Artctic Monkeys material
Having a knee that works properly
Dim Sum
Results
Glastonbury
The Fiver
Christmas
Summer
Goals!
The first pint settling
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