Not much running this week - due to a friday nite exam i only got a couple of half hour jogs in before the scheduled 25k with Big Gay Al - also the celebratory Friday/Saturday nights on the piss left me as unprepared for the 25k as i had been for the exam. A more significant exam i have not had, nor as long a run as this weekends. Nonetheless i summoned the freedom i felt, from shitting the exam in and finishing an hour early, to run with big gay abandon, and when Big Gay Al stepped in shit with his new Nike 'Free's i managed to finish an hour early, as he stooped to scrape the poop from between the "pressure simulating", cushiony nodules splayed across the soles of his joggers. They seem to act rather like a bear-trap in reverse, opening their jaws as they approach the ground - and any unsuspecting dog crap basking in te sun - before clamping together and lifting whatever they may to stay tightly wedged or flick across the runners back. Im sticking with the volleys but i need to go a size up my toes are blistering meow. In any case really enjoying the runs thanks Al it helps having a good mate there to talk shit and just let the legs roll over.