I’m Not on Twitter, But…

…if I was, then last night’s post, written in the early hours of the morning while Clara snored to the left of me and Tay to the right of me and sleep was impossible, could be summed up by saying:

Increasingly annoyed by inexperienced people running marathons without properly training.

Where did that novella-length rant come from anyway? Was it just the product of being wide awake between the hours of 3 and 5? And maybe every post should be accompanied by a Twitter-like (yes, I’m aware that the language is Tweet but I have to say, how many years in, I’m still anti-twitter) post summarizing what I had to say. Because even when I re-read some of my posts, as I’ll occasionally do, I’m daunted by the length. Seriously.

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