20 June – Counting the cost


On Monday I was given an important job, I was left in charge of making sure our Italian friends enjoyed the last part of their stay in London. My tour of duty left me in a state of dizziness, induced by counting fatigue.

Monday morning was fine –  me and Mr JCR meeting up with them on Moorgate – except my instructions were ‘meet Moorgate Tube North Side’ – was met by a confused ‘the signs say East or West’ – turns out there are different signs depending on which exit you take. Needless to say I’d taken the instructions from the side our friends hadn’t taken. Ho hum,  this is why I was somewhat concerned at becoming the responsible adult on Monday afternoon.

Monday morning had started down East – and then we were heading up West. It was my job to take them from the Thames Clipper, get to Pimlico tube, then Knightsbridge, for a whizz around Harrods before returning to LHR T5. Simple…

In the morning we were 10 people, after lunchtime Mr JCR had dropped out to ferry their bikes back to LHR. Now we were nine. At Pimlico we were down to seven when one couple had a meeting in the West End with a son’s friend. Seven of us in the food hall, which shocked and surprised in equal measure. The shock of £270 for a decorated cake (quite small) was matched by genuine surprise that a jar of Nutella was (a) being sold in Harrods and (b) for a price more or less the same as in a Le Marche supermarket. Out of Harrods into a souvenir shop, well two of us in there, now my counting was down to five. Back up to seven once the shopping was done, then back to the tube to wait for our final two. Except our final two had made a mistake on the tube exit. So leaving seven behind, I went on a mission to find the missing two lambs – they weren’t far away, but my heart was pounding. Mr JCR had managed to get them around London on at least two cycling rides and a Saturday walk, taken them on a 100km + ride, and I’d almost lost two of them right at the death of the trip. Our numbers back up to nine, we went happily on our way to LHR.

I had developed counting fatigue and was talking Italian to English people and English to Italians, so after our friends departed on Tuesday, a day of rest was in order. Wednesday was run day, and I more or less replayed the walking tour we’d done with our Italian friends on the previous Saturday. Only this time no festival of Musicals at Trafalgar Square, no lions covered in protective barriers and no Italians to count. Except I replaced one set of counting for another. I had a slight deficit to make up, I should have run on Tuesday and didn’t, so I wanted to do 12km as a minimum. But a very lovely, fun-packed weekend, had made its mark and I was now counting the cost of three evenings out, and so I just about managed 12km. My pace was okay nothing exceptional, but I did keep going. When I got home, I realised I was going to Ascot on Thursday  and no chance to run, so that meant another run was on the cards for today.

The countdown to run number two had just begun and then I remembered I was a responsible adult, I hadn’t lost any Italians in London, so for sure I could manage another one


I Love You Because – Jim Reeves

Poetry In Motion – Johnny Tillotson

My Girl – The Temptations

Oh Carol  – Neil Sedaka

Let’s Spend The Night Together – Rolling Stones

Blue Bayou – Roy Orbison

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood – The Animals

Help! – The Beatles

What Do You Want – Adam Faith

All I Have To Do Is Dream – The Everly Brothers

Take Good Care Of My Baby – Bobby Vee

Dream Lover – Bobby Darin

The Locomotion – Little Eva

Will You Love Me Tomorrow – The Shirelles

Do Wah Diddy Diddy – Manfred Mann

Walkin’ Back To Happiness – Helen Shapiro

Stupid Cupid – Connie Francis

Blue Velvet – Bobby Vinton

Bye Bye Love – The Everly Brothers

The Great Pretender – The Platters

No Regrets – The Walker Brothers

Make It Easy On Yourself – ditto

Wonderful World – Sam Cooke

Why Do Fools Fall In Love – Frankie Lymon

La Bamba – Ritchie Valans

Blueberry Hill – Fats Domino

Hound Dog – Elvis Presley

Tell Him – The Exciters

Sweet Little Sixteen – Chuck Berry

Then He Kissed Me – The Crystals

Cathy’s Clown – The Everly Brothers

One Fine Day – The Chiffons

Leader Of The Pack – Shangri-Las

Downtown – Petula Clark


Distance 12.28km

Time 1:26:47

Average Pace 7:04

Elevation Gain 62 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 1062.27

To Do 955.73



5 Jun – Scratch Runners

closeup photo of black and red round fruit

After the particularly bad run on Sunday, I decided to take a day off, to give some weary bones a rest. And so, today I needed to do better than planned, so I don’t fall too far behind plan. With a day of rest under my belt, I had thought my run would be okay and the pace quite tidy.

Good news is that the weather has broken again; we had thunderstorms last night, bringing this morning’s temperature down to about 18 degrees and cloudy. Having read yesterday about one of my C25K buddies doing his first half marathon, I ran to my Men’s Name playlist – which he in part inspired. If he can do a half marathon, and he actually graduated later than I did, then I thought I should be able to do 9kms without much of a sweat. Hmmm, pride comes before a fall JCR, you should know this by now.

I set off-  the usual route down Mill Lane, onto Lovers’ Lane, when I ran up to the barking beagles’ house and having cause them to create a barking commotion, my work there was done and I continued onto the Hill That Kills.

No-one around and very quiet today, but down the bendy, scary road, things got a little more hairy. The verges are growing apace, which means my visibility is somewhat limited and that too of the oncoming traffic.  This meant  I executed two speedy leaps into the brambles leaving me with a stinging right knee, bearing  little splatters of berry red crimson blood on my leg.

In fairness, I don’t really think today was the motorists’ fault, the verges really need cutting, as the undergrowth has overgrown to over my height and is spreading on the road. I have to hug the verges to make sure I don’t get run over and so when one of the cars came too close, leap number one occurred. The second time, I heard the car earlier in its approach, but it too was hugging the verge. There is no argument that a runner can win against an oncoming car, so my second leap for self preservation happened. I splashed my legs with my drinking water to lessen the gore and continued on.

I tried some intermittent sprinting, as I am conscious that my pace is too ‘samey’ and really I need to mix things up a bit to improve stamina and distances. I’m not sure it worked overly well, but I did manage a 5 minutes 45 seconds km, which is quite good.

Quick turn at the fish shop and along to Bin Lane, where it was all in shade, so no need for me to take shelter near smelly skips. Job Done, Run Done 9.3km. Not fantastic, but it was better than Sunday’s efforts. Meantime Mr JCR is recovering from 600km bike riding without sleep, so I feel a bit of a wimp only managing 9km today.

Back to the big smoke of London tomorrow, for some City running experience. Good news is whilst the traffic is equally as dangerous there, a least there aren’t brambles on the pavements.


It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls

Goodbye Earl – Dixie Chicks

The Diary of Horace Wimp – ELO

Ivan Meets GI Joe – The Clash

Jackie Wilson Said – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Geno – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Song For Keith – Miles Strickman

Louie Louie – The Kingsmen

Nathan Jones – The Supremes

Rudy – Supertramp

Girls and Boys – Blur

Tracy Jacks – Blur

Warwick Avenue – Duffy

Frankie –  Sister Sledge

Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz

The Mighty Quinn – Manfred Mann

A Message To You Rudy – The Specials

Ziggy Stardust – David Bowie

Maneater – Hall & Oates

Ulysses – Franz Ferdinand


Distance 9.32km

Time 1:01:35

Average Pace 6:36 mins/km

Elevation Gain 35 metres

Alzheimers Challenge

Kms Done 962.70

Kms to Run 1055.30









2 June – Just Two Loops

The alarm went off at 6am – it’s the weekend for goodness sake and we are in Sasso Marconi with our good friends M&D. In fact, I correct myself – our very good friends M&D. Mr JCR is entering a Randonnee bike race thing in which he has 40 hours to ride 600km.

The ride started at 8 am this morning, and we were staying with M&D who very kindly agreed to host us both. Mr JCR for one night and me for two. He has two rings of a course to do – each 300km in length, and he will be sleeping rough tonight. So whilst I will enjoy good food, wine, company, bed and air conditioning, Mr JCR will be enjoying a saddle, some energy gels and a sleeping bag in a bus stop somewhere in Emilia Romagna. I know I got the better deal.

Today is the national holiday for the creation of the Republic and many places are closed, this gave me the perfect opportunity not to get side tracked with tourist stuff and to actually go out for a run after I’d dropped Mr JCR off at his venue.

After leaving Mr JCR in a group of an indecent amount of close-fitting lycra, shaved legs (both genders), with a lot of Italian banter, I made my way ‘home’. I was changed and ready to go out, not knowing the area that well. M therefore recommended I take a left turn to avoid the traffic and main roads and I found myself in a delightful country lane, with much needed shade. At just after 8.30am it was already 21 degrees and heating up nicely.

I too took two loops the first a larger loop of about 3km , through the lanes, and saw lovely planting and houses, although most had video-surveillance and ‘Neighbourhood Watch’ signs, so I am guessing this is a quite a posh area. They also had a Neighbourhood Watch checkpoint. This was a little wooden shed; it had net curtains at the windows and a sign telling you that they had the law of ‘order’ behind them to secure their rights. Evidently I didn’t pose much of a threat, as no-one stopped me from running.

First loop done and I aimed to do a smaller one, to bring me back to the first, but the road was blisteringly hot, as there was little/no shade. I hooked right into a mini industrial estate, which thankfully had both pavements and trees. This gave me a very welcome and much needed cool air boost, just over halfway through the run.

I then looped back to the country lane and this time I had company – two fellow podistas I’m guessing husband and wife, they were running tidily.  His running kit made me smile –  he looked like a boxer’s trainer, as he was wearing a white polo shirt, with a towel wrapped around his neck. I could almost hear the ‘Rocky’ theme tune as he went past me. Still, I’m sure that must make him hotter not cooler.

I finished at just over 7km, which was a lovely run and result in a new interesting area. At that point Mr JCR had cycled approximately 40km, on his way to his 600. My loops done – his still to be finished.


New York, New York – Sinatra and Bennett

YMCA – Village People

Dizzy – Vic Reeves and The Wonder Stuff

This Town Ain’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us – Sparks

Sit Down – James

School’s Out – Alice Cooper

Jump Around – House Of Pain

Bat Out Of Hell – Meatloaf

Shake Your Tail Feather – The Blues Brothers

Papa’s Got A Brand New Pigbag – Pigbag

Summer Nights – Newton John and Travolta

Born To Run – The Boss

Can Can – Bad Manners

Ballroom Blitz – Sweet

Oops, Upside Your Head – The Gap Band

It’s Not Unusual – Tom Jones


Distance 7.52km

Time 57:05

Average Pace 7:35

Elevation Gain 43 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 945.92

Kms to do 1072.08

24 May – Busy Doing Nothing


Mr JCR is in the Alps, either on/in his bike depending on whether you are English or Italian, or he could be watching the Giro D’Italia.

I am at home, alone, busy doing absolutely nothing. This morning’s packed agenda – get up, run, shower, and go out for coffee.

All done with the minimum of fuss or effort. This afternoon’s packed agenda – yet to be decided, but I am thinking lunch and maybe wine, oh and launder the sweaty sports gear.

At coffee my friend C was telling me how she keeps fit – she does a sports called hydro-bike, which is an exercise bike submerged in a swimming pool. Yes you pedal and you also do upper body exercises too. I’ve never heard of this but the course is fully subscribed and closes next month – oh well maybe something to try another time then. But it sounds quite good fun.

Todays’ run, hot, sweaty, quiet and short. Done. No people, lots of dogs barking – I just typed that in a Spoonerism way and it came out bogs darking… Not much shade actually,  as the temperature has risen after the recent cold snap. Didn’t enjoy it much, but that’s the way it goes from time to time.  Am hoping I can pull together enough fitness and enthusiasm to get me over the 900km mark tomorrow.


Sugar Baby Love – The Rubettes

Bye Bye Baby – Bay City Rollers

Shang A Lang – ditto

A Little Bit More – 911

When You Say Nothing At All – Boyzone

Mandy – Westlife

Boxerbeat – Jo Boxers

Everybody – Backstreet Boys

Bye Bye Bye – NSYNC

Shine – Take That

It Only Takes A Minute – ditto

The Chauffeur – Duran Duran

Rockin’ Robin – Michael Jackson

Fun, Fun, Fun – The Beach Boys

Mama Do The Hump – Rizzle Kicks

Everybody In Love – JLS


Distance 5.67km

Time 40:03

Average Pace 7:03 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain 42 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 889.77

Kms to Run 1128.23


23 May – Vino Collapso Necessary


Last night we watched the UK weather forecast and news, seeing people in London and Manchester wearing tee-shirts. We however were sheltering indoors from rain and hailstones the size of marbles. The skies were very grey and overcast, and we did wonder exactly why we had chosen to be here when we could be at home in the sun.

I think this is Lucifer’s revenge – the summer here last year was ferocious, with temperatures regularly topping 40 degrees and some places hitting 50. Evidently Lucifer (as last year’s summer was called here) decided that this year is the UK’s turn and so we in Italy will suffer from rubbish weather.

The hail and rainstorm brought a lot of greenery, gravel and mud onto the roads and so this morning, we awoke hoping that the night had cleared the weather and the roads too. Ahh, no such luck – it was throwing it down once more. Now I don’t actually have wet weather running gear in Italy, mainly because it is almost never required and whilst I don’t mind getting a bit wet, the thought of running in torrential rain didn’t really appeal. Today was looking like another enforced day of rest.

Mr JCR is off to the mountains with his cycling buddies and they are going to both cycle and watch the Giro D’Italia. Having dropped him off at the allocated time and place, I meandered my way slowly back home, avoiding the puddles, branches and general clag on the roads. I decided to take a chance and go for a short run, the thunder clouds were being somewhat menacing over the hills, and it was drizzling slightly, but not too much.

Off I trotted, to Mill Lane passing the water station, which reminds me Watergate Part III has occurred. The Water Company’s engineer turned up to make sure that our leak was genuine and that we hadn’t been filling up swimming pools or selling water to the locals. He asked to look at the water meter and when he saw it said ‘ Oh it’s only a small loss, the meter is hardly moving at all and the reading is very low’. We then had to point out, that he’d missed the critical ‘1’ figure to the left of the dial, at which point he visibly blanched and said ‘I have to talk to my boss, I’ve never seen a loss as big as this, you’ve used almost 10 years of water in 2 months . He then went onto explain that up to a certain limit the water company will do you a deal on lost water, but that we were almost double that level of loss, which way exceeded any authority or guidance he could give.

Then we had to eat humble pie as he explained the benefits of switching your water off at the mains whenever you are away. What was even worse; he felt compelled to show us how to do it…. We often say we need a tee-shirt  for Italy with the slogan ‘I am English, not stupid’  written in Italian, but in this case, we may be English but we were most definitely stupid!

Anyway, I digress, having flicked the V at the water pumping station, I continued into Lovers’ Lane, managed to upset the barking beagles and did my usual tour of Villa Bali, with yet another school trip witnessing my ungainly strides. I turned back, descended the hill that kills, and took the slope of hope, to Laundry Lane, which was nice and quiet save for a lady who was frantically un-bunging a road drain, thereby allowing all the muddy slush to disperse. The rain had stopped, but my hair already resembled an unkempt haystack, I could feel it escaping from my ponytail band. No swooshy, sexy Nike advert ponytail for me…

I turned back on Laundry Lane aiming for home. No-one around, just grey clouds scudding across a greyer sky. Then I saw a lady walker in scarlet with a very bright white ponytail, all nice and swooshy, no fuzz and frizz for her – I wonder what’s her secret. She was taking a gentle stroll admiring the countryside, whereas I was huffing and puffing, wishing the run would end. I’ve come to the conclusion that I am better running in the mornings, I seem to have better energy and humour. In the afternoons I am more sluggish, maybe it’s the post lunch lull. Certainly I wasn’t running particularly fast, given my ‘toe’ situation, I’m deliberately keeping a measured pace.

At just over 7km I finished my run and was walking back up the Slope of No Hope, when I saw my friend C in her car. She stopped and reversed and we had a little chat, she was telling me what great shape I was in and I was telling her how many wrinkles I had… Upshot is I have a coffee invitation tomorrow morning – now do I brave it and run there and back which is a cool 12km or thereabouts? The run has hills, lots of them and some of them are up to 18/19% in gradient, so it’s hardly an easy one, especially with a toe that will probably need amputating at some point (okay somewhat overstated the injury!).

Or do I drive over and back and do my run afterwards, at which time the weather forecast is telling me we will be hot and sunny…, which means I will have to wait until late afternoon to run. Which takes me right back to my earlier point, I’m not very good at running in the afternoon.

The decision will have to be made over a glass of vino collapso, although I’m on my own, and in truth don’t like drinking alone. Maybe a mug of tea is a better decision making tool. As you can see from the pic, our wine making grapes are a long way off being ready, so if I wait for them to mature, I won’t be making a running decision until October at the earliest, and that’s a little bit too late for tomorrow’s run.


Tears Dry On Their Own – Amy Winehouse

Inanity Over Christmas – Madness

Art School – The Jam

Distant Dreamer – Duffy

Glory Days – The Boss

He Can Only Hold Her – Amy Winehouse

The Things That Dreams Are Made Of – Human League

Blue Jean – David Bowie

I Would Die 4 U – His Purple Highness

Help – The Beatles

Darlin’ – The Beach Boys

The Bitterest Pill (I Ever Had To Swallow) – The Jam

Lola – The Kinks

Money, Money, Money – ABBA

Running Bear – Stiff Little Fingers

You Love Us – The Manics


Distance 7.28km

Time 51:47

Average Pace 7:06 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain 83 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 884.00 (Officially more kms than I ran in all of 2017)

Kms to Do 1134.00










22 May – This Little Piggy



went to market

and this little piggy stayed at home…

Unfortunately, one of my little piggies – namely my right big toe, is doing its level best to keep staying at home. Monday saw another unscheduled rest because after Sunday’s run I was hobbling like a lame horse, dragging a useless limb behind me.

Yesterday was all about resting it a bit and doing some much needed gardening. Except in the JCR household, gardening is akin to Jeremy Clarkson fixing cars – he wields a hammer for every foreseeable automotive complaint, whereas we wield various cutting tools, to keep back the jungle threat. There’s not much planting goes on, it’s more a case of ‘gardening by machete’ – this is because in Spring we alternate between rain and sun and everything seems to grow in front of your eyes. It’s like having time-lapse photographic growth. I swear you can almost hear the earth creaking as the grass grows.

Lawnmower – check. Decespugliatore – check – this is a ‘zapper’ but on an industrial scale. Secateurs – check, tree loppers – check, hedge trimmer with extension bar – check and finally the daddy of them all the motosega aka chainsaw. We are fighting a war against vigorously growing greenery/dying greenery. And we have to do this in the full glare of publicity, as most of the locals stop and stare at the ‘inglesi’ working. If they don’t actually stop and ask us what we are doing – really this happens, some will rather unsubtly slow their car down to crawl past, have a good old nose and then move on.

It’s quite funny, because we don’t know what it is that we are doing that is so very different to our Italian friends and neighbours. But whatever it is, it garners comment and questions, including one from an old lady who asked me one summer (when I was wielding secateurs) ‘are you looking for truffles?’

Having spent a day in the garden, I provided a much needed blood feast to the local mosquito population, and ended up with a mossie bite necklace, a mossie bite on the nape of my neck, one under my armpit, and one under the leg line of my running shorts. This morning’s run was therefore punctuated by me scratching various parts of my anatomy whilst running. Not my best look it has to be said – I did avoid scratching under my armpit and my leg elastic, just to try and maintain some kind of decorum.

On my way down the bendy, scary road, I came across a molto chic podista – I remember this lady from last summer’s runs.  Abso-bloody-lutley typical, there was me looking at my hot, sweaty, bumpy, lumpy worst,  and I see the young Nike advert ready podista! I’ve said it before these ladies/men ought to be banned, it’s just not fair to us mere mortals, who don’t look Jessica Ennis/Kourtney Kardashian or for the male version David Gandy/Usain Bolt.

Whenever I saw her last year, I was always hot, sweaty and wearing next to nothing in a vain attempt to keep cool. She was always wearing long running tights, a vest and had the Nike Swooshy ponytail, and sporting a caramel tan, with sunglasses perched perkily on top of her head – today no exception.  Even though I am wearing shorts, the weather hasn’t been that hot so my legs are a fetching corned beef colour too. Thank heavens I wasn’t scratching anything as I ran past her, otherwise visual humiliation would have been complete. But now I know why she is able to look cool when she is running, – she doesn’t actually run up the hills. She walks up them and only runs on the more or less flat bits. That makes me feel a whole lot better, I may take pauses when facing slopes, but I do at least run them.

Today was pretty uneventful, except for my pronounced limp and attempts to run on the outside of my right foot, to take the pressure of the home loving little piggy. By deliberate choice, I am running more slowly, in the hope that this will alleviate some of the pressure on my foot. But the extra days of rest being taken, are reducing my ‘run surplus’ in the bank, so I need to do some spreadsheet jiggery-pokery, to work out how much I can afford to reduce my weekly kilometrage, to give me rest, whilst not getting too far behind.

To end the nursery rhyme ….this little piggy, cried wee, wee, wee, all the way home. I didn’t actually cry, but I did yelp from time to time but got home having made just over 9km. I did run –  I may have looked like an advert for a bubonic plague cure or similar, but me and my mosquito bite necklace made it safely back, for more dousing with the ammonia anti-bite fluid. Not only did I look like pork scratchings today, I actually smelt like piggy wee too…


Shang A Lang – Bay City Rollers

Pass The Dutchie – Musical Youth

A Little Bit More – 911

You Raise Me Up – Westlife

When Will I Be Famous – Bros

ABC – The Jackson 5

When You Say Nothing At All – Boyzone

What I Go To School For – Busted

The Reflex – Duran Duran

Stay Another Day – East 17

A Million Love Songs – Take That

Boxerbeat – Jo Boxers

Daydream Believer – The Monkees

Relight My Fire – Take That and Lulu

Bye Bye Bye – NSYNC

Everybody – Backstreet Boys

Let’s Get Ready To Rhumble – PJ and Duncan

Step By Step – New Kids On The Block

Shine – Take That

The Call – Backstreet Boys

Love and Pride – King


Distance 9.43km

Time 1:04:46

Average Pace 6:52

Elevation Gain 35 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 876.73

Kms To Do 1141.27










20 May – ‘Toetally’ Shattered



I was supposed to run yesterday and was visited by both Madame Migraine and a foot problem, which meant I was limping, even when wearing slippers – so an enforced day of rest really messed up my running plans. With both my head and foot pounding with pain, I stayed in bed for most of the day, drugged up and dopey.

When I decided upon this challenge, I had read how middle/long distance runners get many, many ailments and I thought to myself. ‘that’s not for me’, the more I read about them the more likely it is I will suffer from them. I studiously avoided reading up on them – there are many weird afflictions with peculiar names and I wanted none of them. I’m happy to Dr Google (well in truth Dr NHS) only if the need arises.

During one bout of consciousness yesterday, I thought I ought to check out my foot pain, just in case I could fix it with a plaster or something. That’s when ‘runnerchondria’ struck – there are many ‘little’ problems you can get – blisters etc and then there’s the big stuff. Naturally enough, I think I have a ‘big’ problem, I am getting stabbing pains under my big toe, it’s like having rhythmic cramp and it hurts, a lot. Suggested diagnoses include a stress fracture, bunions (no it’s not one of those), hallux rigidus (basically a knackered toe, due to age and general deterioration),  and the remaining long Latin-named problems are equally as frightening.

Most of the problems, have solutions all of which start with the recommendations ‘rest and don’t run’. So I didn’t yesterday, but I did today, and what can I say? I had to run slow, not least because it was quite warm this morning. But the upside is that the pain did subside a bit, it’s not quite as bad as yesterday, but I do still yelp when I catch myself unawares. Now I am in the horns of a dilemma – do I continue to run with the toe hurting, which can be managed by judicious use of ibuprofen, or do I rest up, and try and get into see the doctors when I go home in June, to get a physio/X-Ray referral? That could take months and I can’t sit around on my bum for that long.

There are two reasons I can’t sit around for that long – the first being that the challenge can only work if I maintain 160km a month, I have only 2 weeks in the bag, taking more than 2 weeks off, then puts me behind schedule. The second is that since I’ve been running the longer distances, I can eat more  – yay –  and not put on weight. If I’m sitting around, I have a horrid feeling I’ll still do the eating and thus develop a Kardashian Kulo. Which is fine if you are Kardashian shaped but I’m not.

I’m going to just run even more glacially slowly than I have been, and watch my foot for any deterioration and see if it’s possible to get a physio appointment in Italy instead. they have a mixture of public/private medicine here and there’s a lot of ‘sports’ clinics around – that is my default if the pain becomes unmanageable.

Anyway, despite the ‘toetally’ crap Saturday, I did manage to get out today, it was sunny, and my dear friend G saw me in the cafe for my pitstop and very generously bought me my breakfast. And I tried out my new Boy Band playlist (very recently completed) to keep me going, when things got tough.

This time last year, we were in Japan chasing the sakura (cherry blossom). Sometimes you forget that you don’t necessarily need to travel far to see wonderful things, and my pic shows the rather lovely and abundant cherries we have in our garden. Cherries for breakfast – tree to mouth – zero food miles, in fact we are talking food centimetres only.


Sugar Baby Love – The Rubettes

Bye Bye Baby – Bay City Rollers


Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go – Wham

Forever and Ever – Slik

A Little Bit More – 911

ABC – The Jackson 5

You Raise Me Up – Westlife

Stand And Deliver – Adam & The Ants


When Will I Be Famous – Bros

When You Say Nothing At All – Boyzone

I’ll Make Love To You – Boyz ll Men


A Million Love Songs – Take That

Mandy – Westlife

Seasons In The Sun – Westlife

Shang A Lang – Bay City Rollers

Boxerbeat – Jo Boxers

Everybody – Backstreet Boys

Quit Playing Games With My Heart – Backstreet Boys

Bye Bye Bye – NSYNC

Story Of My Life – One Direction

Step By Step – New Kids On The Block

It Only Takes A Minute – Take That

The Chauffeur – Duran Duran

Rockin’ Robin – Michael Jackson

The Call – Backstreet Boys

Mama Do The Hump – Rizzle Kicks

Love and Pride – King


Distance 11.85km

Time 1:35:09

Average Pace 8:01

Elevation Gain 223 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 867.29

Kms to do 1150.71