and was also no1 when Everton won the FA Cup and today I looked like her in my pink and white multilayering. I found an old nike headband so dodgy efc hat was cast aside for todays proceedings.

Friday 13th was true to form and it did not go as planned. Fatman played up but I conducted it from an elegant stance. And the glimmer of hope of escape got snuffed out but merely temporarily.

I decided to take out all the anger from all the people who had pissed me off this week and waste it over the Pren Hill and Daisy Hill in Buckley. To locals that know these are not for the faint hearted as Welsh hills generally arent. I have a nickname of Boudicea at the football, as being tall I am easily spotted seen leading the charge to the bar on match day followed by an army of loads of men.

So following my namesake I stirred my celtic blood and bones and charged around the 6miles in 52 mins. Max speed being 7.07m/m. Av speed being 9.2m/m. Knocking off at least 10mins from recent times.

The cherry on the cake has to be though when I was doing my post run sit ups in the kitchen and i spied a welcoming sight under the fridge. A stray Mingle from the big tin I bought at Xmas time. Despite my mothers protestations, it does pay to be untidy sometimes.

I have along way to go to reach the heady heights of 38minspb of Liverpool 10k 05. But I am still work in progress at the mo.

Tonight Rockys training montage sounded superb.