I ache

Oh boy. Time was that I could go running or do exercise and it wouldn't kill me to death. But now it kills me to death. To death.

I ran for 32 minutes. Not quite straight. The reason is because I'm playing football again this Friday (I played last Friday). This Friday I want to not die quite so much quite so publicly. So I'm following the John Harding fitness plan. It's kind of a crash exercise programme. But it hurts.

Whine.

In the past week I have watched:

Back To The Future parts I, II & III
Matrix Reloaded & Revolutions
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Hitch

That's a lot in one week.

Oh man. Still no exchangage. I'm looking forward to telling you all about our house, but let's make sure we actually have the damn thing first, hey?

We're going to see the Fogpilot tonite. She's kickass.

overandout.

Toby