Entry for June 04, 2007

I went for a run last night.
I have not been running for some time. This was easy to detect for a number of reasons, not least of which was the small child who, gape-mouthed, pointed at me and shouted "Look at the fat man with the red face. He's going to die mummy." His mum looked at me, then said rather somberly to the child, "Take a long look at him Billy. If you do not eat your carrots you will turn out like the dying fat man."
The child nodded gravely as i vomited into the gutter, and with my last ounce of energy called London Road Taxis to carry me the last hundred yards to the house.
Today, I feel much better. Instead of the tightness in the chest and the pain in my left arm, today I have muscles that feel as though an expert torturer from some camp in Bazra has cut my legs open, put my muscles in a vice for a couple of hours and then sewn me back up.