Kilamathonanononon

Entered it.

It's 14 March, so I haven't long to step up the distance in training a bit. Furthest run recently was the Great Cumbrian half back in October, since then I've done up to ten I think.

So, I have a vague plan to include LSR's this weekend, next weekend and the one after that. The week before the race I'm doing the Norton 9, which I guess fits in quite well really.

Did 6.15 miles this morning. I've done 6.something for the last 3 mornings (different routes). It was good, hilly and very cold, but I'm feeling quite strong.

I was really put out by someone being, I think, exceptionally rude to me yesterday. She's one of those women who says horrible things, but somehow gets away with it. She either laughs after what she's said or stuns you into silence. Thankfully, I don't have to deal with her much, but yesterday, I answered someone elses phone.

'My GOD, you're morose' she said. What the fuck? First of all, I'm really, really not, but next of all, how fucking rude? I wish I'd had an on-the-spot response, but I just sort of laughed and said 'ok'. Good one. *punches self*

She once made a big show of pretending to forget my name when she was introducing a new member of staff to the office. Just my name, no one elses.

It's just little things like that. I know when someone is being a bitch.

Going to watch The History Boys at the playhouse on Saturday. See! I telled you I would be Doing Stuff!

My friend Carlo went into Wharfedale hospital for a spot of keyhole surgery on Tuesday, but something seems to have not quite gone to plan and there was talk of a suspected internal bleed, so he has been moved to the LGI. Poor fucker went to sleep in a nice hospital and woke up on a ward at the LGI with a prisoner chained to the bed opposite.

I'll pop next door and see him if they keep him in today.

That's it.