Thursday, December 17, 2009
Not me, my new running buddy. We did a run of about 9km yesterday, and about half way round he pulled up with an expletive. Hes pulled a muscle in his calf, but hopefully a bit of lying in the sun will sort it out. In the meantime, I am very impressed with his new healthy lifestyle. He's out here on holiday, but so far has refused beer, wine, and extra helpings of pudding. I'm worried he's going to waste away. Either that or he's been kidnapped and substituted with a clone.