Pain, and heat, and crazy races.

  Well, yesterday really didn't go so well. I couldn't complete my jog, after about 10 mins the pain in my shins was so bad I could barely lift my feet of the ground. I tried to stretch it out, desperately using a tree and watching all the marshals and spectators and runners for the 10K Cardiff Race for Life, feeling like a complete idiot. No, I wasn't trying to join in, but I was just trying to jog my usual route, there where just all these crazy fuckers getting in my blasted way! I mean, honestly? Did someone forget to tell them, that park is MINE?!?!?!
  On top of the pain, the heat was nasty. Stifling even. I was sweating the minute I left my house. And it was getting hotter and hotter by the second. Gone are the cooling breezes it seems. I left the park feeling dejected and just about ready to give up. I'm not gonna, but I wanted to. Allowed myself 10 mins of wallowing time, and then firmly slapped myself around the face.
  Today the daughter and I are going to hire bikes and cycle the Taff Trail, as long as none of those other pratts are anywhere near my cycle paths, it should be a nice day. If any of you hear news reports that a crazy woman rampaged through the Cardiff on a hired bike, her confused child in tow, knocking down old people and almost drowning offspring, just deny ANY knowledge, got it?

Seeing as today I am not running,

  I am way busy, and I'd hate to rush, so I've swapped my timetable around a little, and am going to use this as my rest day. Having said that mind, I still have to rush up and down the bloody hills, backwards and forwards. Oh, the life of a Mother. I sometimes wished I could drive. But I know that would solve nothing, it wouldn't save me any time in the long run because I would just find more things to do.
  I also hurt my foot this morning kicking the bottom of the fridge while trying to hoover. I have no idea how, but I have managed to half knock one of my nails off, cut the underneath of my middle toe, and cut the top of my  little toe. Its always the same blasted foot as well! And I didn't think it was that bad, I mean it hurt like buggery, but I just ignored it, and carried on. Well, I went to slip my shoes on to take the boys to school an hour later, and there's blood all over my toe. HOW I didn't notice is beyond me, and how the hell it didn't get on the carpets... So I think not running today, and the plasters tomorrow. I wanted to swim this weekend as I am kid free, I might give it a miss though. I hate swimming pools full of other peoples annoying and noisy brats, splashing, and jumping, and screeching. Ugh!