Five kilometres, painfully

I got out of bed at 6:30. This was a struggle because I was up until 11:30 last night, reading The Postmortal. That was an enjoyably grim story exploring a future where a cure for aging. (It doesn't end well for anyone: there are other ways to suffer apart from getting old.) It's vaguely reminiscient of the Blair Witch Project, crossed with a blog: the conceit is that the whole story is discovered in an abandoned settlement, and for the most part it feels convincing that somebody would be journalling their experience. Not at the end though. I wonder if I would be.

Off to the races

Off to a race on Sunday morning; training so far has considered of 10k round Happy Valley on the track, and buying some shoes from Chamonix Sports in Mong Kok.
However, nobody has registered RunUntilYouVomit.com so if I can get myself in gear, should have a proper web presence for this innovative training programme. And remember - if you haven't been sick over yourself, you weren't trying hard enough.