...that whilst I slept last night someone drugged me then proceeded to beat the living shit out of me using a space-age tool that leaves no bruising on the outside of my body and Class A devistation internally. An octogenerian / three toe sloth hybrid could make faster progress than me when attempting to perform even the most basic daily tasks.
Tonight I shall sleep with one eye open.......
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Now that's a wierd coincidence - exactly the same thing happened to me after the pub when my mate said "Hey, I bet you can't run all the way home". I ran three miles in what seemed like a nanosecond (possibly a bit longer when you factor in the 'beer scooter' effect) - went to bed feeling great, woke the next morning a cripple. I put it down to alien abduction at the time, but I haven't run anywhere since just to be on the safe side.
I think you have taken a wise course of action glen.
I have the early symptoms of an adiction forming however, and need to score, I haven't run today and am getting withdrawls....
I have a similar problem with cycling - if I don't go out for a spin in the morning I rapidly become an irritable, short tempered pain in the arse.
Its become the gym with me. I find myself 'sneaking off' early to get a bit longer. I think it's the exercise but I'm hoping it something much more macho like oggling the women.
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