Woo Hoo

This has nothing to do with Blur's breakthrough song in the US.  Well, it shouldn't, but as soon as I finished my come back three miles I couldn't help myself but to just shout. And I now can't get the 2 minute 22 second guitar blast written to prove to the world, the US and Damon Albarn himself that he could get a hit over the pond out of my head.

OK, I may have been writing about my come back last week too, but I honestly believe this could be it.  Last week's false start was probably because I rushed the second run.  I won't be running again now until Wednesday or Thursday. And the prescribed Ibuprofen will be taken three times a day for the full week.

The feeling of getting back on the Southbank, running past the Tate Modern, London Eye then Westminster on the sound of six boings from the big boy Ben himself was incredible.

I know I'm still not fully fit, and currently worrying about the slight niggle my foot wants me to know about while writing this, but a big 'ole WOO HOO is still reverberating around my neighbourhood and nervous system about the fact that I got through my first run in a rather depressing week.