Trail running 44:16 [3] 4.9 mi (9:02 / mi)
Stress. Tired. Sore foot. I went to work early only to have my cat-loving colleague that sits next to me tell me all morning about what her cat did this morning, how her cat gets on with other cats, when to get a new cat, how the vet treated her cats diabetes etc etc etc. For hours! I mean, diabetes!!! How do they even know. The cat gets grumpy? What's new? The cat has bad breath? Again, what's new? I just don't get it. Why not shoot it, have a nice cat stew, and get a new version of cat that costs less in vet bills? I didn't ask this, tho I got close. I also got close to screaming "shut the duck up" but that might not be 'teamy'. I now see why they get the new girl to sit next to the work nutter. Loads of work on, couldn't think of anything other than cat sandwiches, cat pie, cat fricassee...
So I set off with my sore foot to run to the school, pick Laurence up, take him to guitar (through all of the festival crowds), head to the seat for 30 mins, back, take him to after school club (through all of the festival crowds) and back to work. I really wish all of the festival people would just go away. Why have a festival in Edinburgh? We have students and tourist, lots of both. Our hotels are always full anyway. We don't need the business. Why not have a festival somewhere horrid that noone wants to visit like Birmingham? Then we'd see how many of the appalling boden-clad braying masses really are interested in contemporary Mongolian dance.
Pain makes me less tolerant than usual. Thoroughly :-(
Good luck to the Britisb team at WOC.