In the end I had to bite the bullet and go on my own. Yesterday afternoon TB finally put an end to all the will-he-or-won't-he-come-along speculation by developing a sore throat, no doubt brought on by all the stress associated with being threatened with a Rush gig, and took to his bed like one of those Victorian women who died of consuption over ( Read more... )

Saturday 13 - 4 miles, fast and quite nice actually. I was out of breath but not in pain for a change ( Read more... )