But shit on grass. So goes the quote from ‘An Evening With Gary Lineker’ a play by Arthur Smith and Chris England. A play all about the parallels of a relationship between the two male protagonists, a two-timing girlfriend and England’s progress in the 1990 World Cup.
It’s a cracking line, describing how England’s team, personified by the ‘Queen Mother’ of football, one Gary Lineker, always manage to look good on the team sheet, but fare atrociously when moving to the pitch.
This line describes perfectly my run this morning. Good in my head when being planned, but absolutely shit on the road. Nothing more to say. Not even good enough to be called crap.
Let’s hope this isn’t a forecast of today’s match against Colombia.
Ruby – Kaiser Chiefs
Somebody Told me – The Killers
Walk Like An Egyptian – The Bangles
Help Me Rhonda – The Beach Boys
Breaking Us In Two – Joe Jackson
Born In the USA – The Boss
Scooby Snacks – Fun Loving’ Criminals
Hungry Like The Wolf – Duran Duran
Save A Prayer – Ditto
Can’t Stop The Feeling – Justin Timberlake
Parklife – Blur
London Calling – The Clash
Is She Really Going Out With Him – Joe Jackson
Get Dancin’ – Disco Tex and His Sex-O-Lettes
Distance 5.37km – rubbish
Time 45:05 – atrocious
Average Pace 8:24 – glacial
Elevation Gain 36 metres – crap, crap, crappety, crap
Kms Run 1135.55
Kms To do 882.45