Run 6.1 miles
And 80 minutes of hitting balls with the racquet. lol I shot a couple of tennis balls onto the roof. Climbed onto the wheely-bin and fished them out of the guttering. Ah gutter reminds me of grime! Grime puts me in a good mood. I luvvit when I cant spell nuninhabited yeah, uninhibiteddy. Bangin. Show me ya teddybear!
Didnt get to do any exercise at all yesterday.
Things havent went strictly to plan. For example, no cycling recently. No third session. But hey, it's not bad really. Compared to the condition I was in a year ago. 
I see there are a small and consistent number of people reading this blog. Why? I say nothing. It's very dull. Because it's only meant to be a fitness diary though. So if I confuse you maybe you'll lose interest and go away.
Go. Away! Bye Bye!!
Ok, let's continue with attakk of me randomz. Had a dream 2 nights ago. Patagonia maybe. Or south of Santiago Chile. Long desolate views. Fairly spartan hotel. Issues with the manager. I dunno. Suddenly a stageplay called, um, Bxxxxxx's Boy! All very glittery and camp!! Eek! Maybe I want to be... Huuuuh oh 
Nothing camp here mate. Time to fling on an adidas Hoodie wit Lady Sov, get krackin wit me sis M.I.A, battlin double speed flo' wit Shystie, mindin me ps n qs wit me bro Kano, biggin up the black boys with Bashy, takin no bull*hit wit Akala, and puttin in the work wit me resident council estate of mind... Skinnnnnnnyman!! Gonna be spittin out some fyne lynz wit mee grimey crew, get me..
skepta dizzie wylie nolay purple bizzle estelle.......
uk scene. represent.
rocawear and apple bottoms, see me 
gdnyt innit
