There's obviously been changes afoot at Chez Rach. Today I'm feeling strangely flat and alnmost teary - definitely a rare occurrence for iron-eyes Miss T - but it's making me look forward immensely to my run. My usual coping strategy involves going straight home and devouring whatver is sweet/salty/fatty/carby/near to hand, but today I want the hormonal adrenalin surge that sweeps through at the end (especially when I crank Sweet Child O' Mine) and makes me shiver.
The aim is for 20 at 8, and hopefully that'll blast out the cobwebs and set things back where they should be.
The aim is for 20 at 8, and hopefully that'll blast out the cobwebs and set things back where they should be.
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