In the hazy confines of your memory, you remember things. Half forgotten moments of laughter and singing and dancing. When you think harder you can remember going out on Fridays and Saturdays. Drinking too much. Doing traffic light coloured shots which made you vomit but that was good because that cleared space for the sambuca. The drunken dancing to Blur and Pulp. The kebabs. The pizzas. The, er, kebabs. Unfortunately, thats all those heady days are now. Memories. What with a weekly Saturday morning run and/or a regular Sunday event somewhere around the country, all that fun stuff has fallen by the wayside. Saturdays before a big race are all pasta, chicken & rice and super juices. This is your life now. Of course, you do occasionally drink, usually straight after a half marathon or marathon when one pint has the power of four so and you get hammered on two drinks so, hey, youre saving money too! Runners. Always thinking.
