Mad Dogs, Englishwomen and their husbands.. - Early Morning Navel Gazing
This post is being written from the bottom of large pile of fleece. I am still trying to get warm after this morning’s 15km run in a howling wind and minus 10 degree temperatures, the snot freezing in horizontal strands as it was whipped by the wind from my nostrils. I am not the only … Continue reading "Mad Dogs, Englishwomen and their husbands.."