When you can't run....you eat Easter eggs...

When you can't run, what do you do...? Well the answer is to walk....! As it is a bank holiday I could quite easily sit at home feeling sorry for myself,  and stuff myself silly until I was bursting at the seams with Pringles,  Chocolate digestive biscuits, and as it is Easter, there are all those chocolate eggs to be consumed too. But by doing that, I would then become a couch potato and I would go on and spend the rest of my days gripping the TV remote, and become brain dead through watching endless mind numbing soap operas and their repeats.

Although my calf muscle is on the mend, and my hour of marathon triumph is over.   I still have to keep a healthy mind and body. A brisk walk is a good tonic, and that's even better when it's a brisk stroll in the local woods, where you are out in the fresh air and the sun is shining down on you like you're a chosen one. That is in between the flurries of snow of cause.  There should be a hint of spring in the air, and you should feel like its good to be alive. Though the fact of the matter is that you have 6 layers of clothing on, and the wind chill factor has increased your chances of catching hyperthermia ten fold. 

Not only is it the Easter holiday, but it is the first day of spring. It is also a bank holiday weekend and I don't have to go to work, which means it is supposed to be good to get out and about and be at one with nature. It is usual at this time of year when you hear an array of bird song, it is a time when you have to dodge the squeals' as they dart about from tree to tree, and you chuckle at the penguins as they waddle along......Penguins..? Well it's cold enough.   Then there is that darn Easter bunny hoping around, with its whiskers covered chocolate, after scoffing another Easter egg. 

At the end of a good walk there is nothing more like a cup of warm sweet tea, just to keep your pecker up or in this case, to thaw you out. It just so happens, that there is a cafe at the end of my walk...How good is that, or just good planning...? As you enter there is a waft of sausage and bacon which smacks you in the face as you open the door.  I am beckoned by its aroma, and as I approach the counter, plates stacked high with not only sausage and bacon, but egg, mushrooms, black pudding and baked beans with chips pass me by.  A hearty feast for any dedicated athlete. Suddenly I have become a very dedicated athlete indeed. 

With a mug of tea in hand, I find a seat by the window over looking the golf course. The red flag on the 6th green flutters in the breeze, and despite a possible white out a group of golfers on the first tee decide who will take the first swipe and launch that small white projectile high into the wild blue yonder....? There is a crumpled copy of yesterdays Sun on the table, well read, torn and lifeless. There is an article that catches my eye, which ironically states that according to official records, it has snowed more times at Easter than it has over the Christmas period. Yes I know, I can see it.

Flicking over a page, there is another interesting article about satellite navigation systems being built into supermarket shopping trolleys, which will not only enable you to locate the frozen peas, but will enable you to locate more difficult items such as Tesco's own brand escargot and Beluga caviar.  It will also enable the shopper, once they have picked up their super trolley, to actually locate the supermarket itself. 

On the next table there are a group of friends wrapped up in their winter woollies, just about to launch in to a tempting fry up. Obviously fellow dedicated athletes as they have ordered the full monty. One girl talks excitedly about her planned blind date that evening.  Apparently, not that I am taking much notice he is quite buff and toned from the photo that she has seen of him from the internet. They have exchanged emails and have built up a rapport, and now they have built up the courage to meet each other. I do get the sense of impending doom and disappointment, that her intended Adonis may turn out to be a 14 stone bald midget with buck teeth and big long ears resembling the Easter bunny. The question is, if he is the Adonis that she thinks his, will they soon be at it like Easter bunnies...? 22/3/2008

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