feel the glub

Just 23 weeks until I go ferus. Things going pretty well still with the exception of a mechanical and a dirty great blister on the sole of my foot. The other tramps that i'm going to be going over with aren't training so much as me or if they are they're not admiting to it. Drago emotions about the event have manic depressive theme. Todays 6am 1hr15 run was thoroughly depressing but the gloating that i'll be doing in the drago office shortly will mean that the shitty morning will be forgotten about. Perhaps the key to drago smashing this thing is to have multiple coping strategies?

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2 down, 184 to go...

One hundred and eighty four days until Drago does battle in Zurich at the Swiss ironman. Prep so far has consisted of shifting the fat lump from under my shirt (well at least one of them - phnar phnar), have also managed to build up some regular runs and the occasional ride without any dire consequences. Drago has decided to scrimp on the costs for this event and has got his hands on a thirty week plan. If it all goes tits up in July all I can safely say that it had nothing to do with me. With that in mind I'm off now to tear the arse out of a Stella box set and skip tomorrows planned session. Care to join me?

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