Bored yet?

With dad now nary a hicks spit from his 1000th blog entry, today I celebrate number 359. It's a prime number fact fans!

I managed to convince my body to step out into the freezing cold night last night, and ran a pre-routed 10km route. Somehow, despite the lack of food in my stomach, the icy temperatures and the woolly hat and gloves trendily completing my "look", I somehow ran a personal best time. Bizarrely nearly 3 minutes faster than Sundays similar distanced (albeit cross country) race. How does that work?

I did look quite effeminate though. I'd decided to trial running in shorter strides, which turned out to cause far less strain on my thigh muscles. Indeed, I felt fresh at the end. However, running past a shop window ("Booths" electronic store, for those who enjoy unnecessary detail) I noticed this new stride looks a bit, well, you know..........

So the question is. Do I continue with this new stride pattern, running faster times but like a girl? Or do I go back to the old long strides and slow times, just so I don't look like a pillock?

Look "more" like a pillock I do mean of course.

Kelly and Lucy emailed last night which was nice. Kelly's getting very pregnant. I'm not saying that because I've seen her (we haven't Facetime'd since before Christmas) but because she's getting a little, errrmm, tetchy. Following my regular query as to her lack of blogging activity she steamed "You write the blog for me then". I'm very certain she deleted a certain word before "blog" before hitting send too.

Kelly, I promise not to hound you about your lack of blogs. For a few days at least. Perhaps. Maybe. It's been so long since Carole was "in the club" that I forget the severe difficulties and emotions of being pregnant, especially as life resolutely refuses to slow down for you.

I have little Luca news for you however. He may have another football training to attend - he's been asked to join local boys club "Colony Park FC" training on Saturday mornings. More details on this to follow.

I'm unsure if it's a good thing or not, but this puts the kibosh on any plans to have him join the local kids rugby club training. A shame on one hand, as the greater variety of activities he participates in the better. On the other hand? He's not big for his age, and rugby might just be that bit too physical.

Tonight Carole and I have a pub quiz to attend. Having never come worse than 3rd in a pub quiz in my life the pressure is on to maintain my proudly held record. I am the font of utterly useless information.

**Useless fact of the day - A Male Fetus Can Get Erections In The Womb**