I miss my French roast, first thing in the morning and then later when I arrive at work, the oils that give a roasted flavor to the cup, interesting satisfying fullness. These two unassuming cups certainly can’t be the cause of my distress and discomfort?
I was hoping to share with you that because of this abstinence from coffee, my running had continued uninterrupted, in fact improved. That my sacrifice had meaning. I had wanted to tell you that during my strides on the cricket pitch this evening, I was able to run fleet footed and untroubled. Unfortunately, if I were to divulge any of this to you I’d be bending the truth. A lot. Tomorrow, it’s to the clinic.
For those of you not well versed in the game of cricket, I’ve attached humorous description of the game (I hope I haven’t offended anyone).
"You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that's in the side that's in goes out, and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out. When they are all out, the side that's out comes in and the side that's been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out. When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay all out the time and they decide when the men who are in are out. When both sides have been in and all the men have been given out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!"
Training: 37:11 with 12x strides