a slight stumble

well yesterdays race at shortwood started well that was about the only thing that went well. that was for about the first 150 yards or so, when some complete bastard tripped me from behind, sending me crashing unceremoniuously to the ground, one of two people that went over. cut my elbow and grazed my hip but far more importantly than that, it cost me the chance of a fast time and it also meannt that i didn't break 18 mminutes for every race in the series. not only did i lose time for the actual fall, but i also lost time for havingg to fight my way past the slower runners. one of them was being a real bastard, accelerating then slowing down in front of me so there was no room for me to squeeze past on the narrow windy path that forms the entire course. he managed it about 3 or 4 times until he eventually blew up, serves the bastards right ffor trying to compete with a far superior athlete. i was quite incensed when sian monahan said that she would treat the race as a training run and jog around with me-she hasn't beaten me yet this winter-bloody cheek! i still managed to beat all the people that i would usually beat, but i couldn't help thinking that i would have beatenn more of them, had it not been for my fall. i'm begining to think that beating 17 minutes for 5k this winter in the time frame that we have left is just totally unrealistic now and i will have to have a good track season over 800 and 1500 meters before it becomes a viable proposition. having siad that though it is still worth keeping it in my head as a target because as they say, if you aim for the moon, even if you miss you'll land among the stars.

i've had a look at the race fixtures for the coming couple of weeks and i am tempted to do the easter bunny 10k down at rnas yeovilton as a final race for the winter season if i don't make one of the teams for the national 12 stage relays, which the way my luck seems to be going at the moment, i probably wont as i'm sure the hand of fate will have some ddirty trick up its sleeve to try and halt my progress. just to make matters worse i am on mendip road next week, by far the worst round in the office, home of colin "the yeti man" luxton and his wife/boyfriend/what ever you think it is. ask me about some of the stories about him, such as the time his false teeth flew out when he was half way through telling a joke, or the the time he dragged a bike all the way around his entire round with the lock through the wheel, or the time that he turned up for work on a bank holiday monday, or the time that he turned up for work wearing a slipper on one foot and a royal mail issue shoe. the list of thos is endless