How The Tortoise Easily Beat The Hare.

Good morning everyone.

After my last grumpy post you may or may not, depending on your own mood, be pleased to hear that I am back to normal. Which is grumpy with a chunk of happy thrown in every now and again.

Yesterday I announced the date of my wagon warming come 65th birthday party on facebook and invited everyone. You lot are all invited too if you can make it. It will be on August the 4th. Starting at 7.30. It will incorporate an Open Mic event, so hopefully will attract a lot of musicians.

My new best friend Paul glossaryking.blogspot.co.uk is an athlete, gold medallist runner and cyclist and is extremely fit. He has the look of a runner about him too and not an ounce of fat on him. Actually when I come to think of it, very much the same as me!

So I was not surprised when, in the morning, he said he was going for a run. I was a bit surprised when he suggested I went on the run with him. I mean, after all, how many times have I mentioned my bad toe on this blog? My toe really hurts sometimes. I'm a martyr to it!

Anyway I hummed and haa'd about it for a while and then decided I would go with him. In fact I decided I might make a bit of a race of it. After all I know the area well and Paul was a complete stranger to it.

We worked out a route of about 6 miles in total, which Paul describes as, "a bit of a stroll." It would involve running to the sea and back. I thought it would be nice for him to get an idea of my locality.

After a few stretching exercises, we set off. I was soon in the lead, and heard him shouting at me to slow down. But I was in the 'zone' as it is called, and besides I wanted to get back first. Prove my competitiveness.

I was on my way back when I saw Paul puffing and panting, still on his way to the beach. I have to admit that to my shame I shouted "loser" and gave him a casual wave. It was all so easy and I hadn't even broken sweat!

He is so competitive! I could see how deflated he was at me getting back first, so I made him a nice breakfast to help him get over the upset.

So there you have it. Me, an old bloke, beating the honed gold medal winning athlete. No problem at all. OK, so I was driving my car, but that's not the point. I still came first, and that is what a race is all about.

Bye for now.




PS On Paul's blog glossaryking.blogspot.co.uk you can hear me playing the penny whistle accompaniment to his latest song. You might want to follow his blog too. Give him a bit of a boost.