In a not unrelated note, I was greeted on my arrival in Bristol on Monday with a squeezing of the upper arm between finger and thumb and the words “Wow! You’re bigger!”. This wasn’t even by a family member so, as I haven’t been for a while, I’m off to set a new Fat Bird Benchmark.
Update: FBB over 1.2 miles, non-stop, with hills = 15mins dead. Is it a bad sign that halfway round I lost the feeling in both my feet and that for the last third I was running on pins and needles? Oh well, at least my knee doesn’t hurt!
*The only way I could stretch my neck out enough to hide all my chins would be with those brass neck ring things some cultures in Africa use. I pointed it out at the time but apparently that falls under “not trying hard enough”.