What the fuck did I do?

On-off-on-off. But finally on. Finally. Took a fair old while, but the paths crossed, the tracks met and the moment shared happened.

Never read The Rules, me, so I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. Very much out of practice. Not much time to practice though because the "window of opportunity" will be firmly shut pretty soon. Our time is running out...

A few snatched hours in the middle of the day. Station, coffee, chat. Stroll, wine, chat. Return to homes at opposite ends of the same railway line. Three hours or three minutes?

Texts flew before and after. Damn, she's smart. Conversation eased after the walk and a glass of wine. Damn she's bright. There was a moment when I was distracted by her lips and wondered what they'd be like to kiss. Damn she's pretty. And in full flow her eyes sparkle. Damn, she's sexy.

Hope there will be another moment, a longer moment, one to keep safe inside my head. I'd like it. Meantime, she'll tease some more and I'll try and hold on to my dignity.

Colin and Beryl may only ever have one more chance. I think they should take it. Nothing ventured nothing gained.

Week 1 of the marathon programme got off to a great start and then went a bit pear-shaped. By which I mean, last Sunday I did 10 miles as planned, despite the ice and cold, but then didn't get out again until Saturday.

But then Saturday was a good day. Up at 7, jog couple of miles down to the park for the 5K time trial, then beat my previous time trial best by 25 seconds (but not my 5K PB yet...but it could be on the cards in the next few months), and jog home, shower and dress and out the house again by 10.30. Which is usually the time I'm out of the house on a Saturday, but I've not normally run 7 miles by that time.

Sunday (start of Week 2) was good too. 12 miles at reasonable marathon training pace. Bit sore today though. Now I just need to make sure I get out this week and get the mileage up. 15 weeks to go!

In other news, there's not much to say. I almost had a latte liaison but health stopped play. Took the raincheck. Could be back on this week. Hope so.

Clients are being strangely nice. No doubt a calm before a storm, but I'll take the calm whilst I can.

I have no shenanigans to report. My life is shenanigan-free at the moment. I might have to right that shortly. Wouldn't want to forget how to ride the bike so to speak. Can you forget I wonder?

Dont ya just love 'em!

Twice, walking through the station, my head was turned, by puss in boots. One young who was more attractive from the back than the front, but brilliant grey, satin pleated short skirt with tights and knee-high black boots. The other an elegant swellegant miss of my kinda age with a knee-length dress and boots to match.

I don't think it's a fetish, is it a fetish? It's not like I want to sniff them or kiss them or lick them. I just think they look brilliant. Not Ugg mind, they're just uggly and WAG-ish...yuk!!! Short skirt, long skirt, not jeans because then the boots stop being sexy. In fact not trousers at all; that's a whole different fetish!

They don't have to be thigh high. And maybe Mariah Carey is best avoided...

That's it really.

Funeral went well, people liked my tribute, I feel okay, things are less painful.

I ran a race last week and recorded my second best ever 10K time (best in almost three years).

Started my 16 week training programme for Edinburgh marathon yesterday with 10 miles in the ice and snow.

Trying to work today, but it's soooo boring.

I need some loving.