Into Dust

It's time to embrace one of the oldest and noblest of pirate traditions and break out the rum. The wine is all drunk and the Wray and Nephew is calling me like a penniless whore.

But before I give in to my Jamaican mistress and the whole gig gets bandy I need to apologise to you, Dear Reader. Things have been melancholic of late and I'll not labour the reason why, but my desire to indulge in this blogging nonsense has been tested. My intention in stating that in my last post was not to fish for compliments like a saddo but simply to express how I felt.

That said, I very much appreciate the lovely comments requesting that Subversive Running continues in its existence. All I can say is: 'Wow! You dudes are easily satisfied!'

But what has been missed is the fact that I have little say in whether Subversive Running continues or otherwise. That executive decision is taken by an Essex based life-takin' law breaker by the name of Mason. I daren't do anything without his permission or my liver will appear in the lion's food in London Zoo.

Mason got on my case today. I got a text from him saying:

'Oi, Waterman, get yer thumb out of your arse and run. If you don't and I have to cross the Dartford Bridge you'll regret it you scum suckin' knob-cheese.'

If you're unfamiliar with Mike you should know that he runs the show in Essex. Ronnie and Reggie? Pah! They were pussy cats compared to The Mason. But his cover is as a mild mannered executive for Ford and a member of the Benfleet Running Club.....Don't be fooled unless you fancy decorating the inside of a Range Rover with your vital organs.

Anyway, I followed Mike's instruction and ran. Eight miles across Epsom race course taking in a few lung busting hills. I'm not sure about time/distance/splits/all that shit because I don't give a fuck about all that bollocks.

What I do know is that it appears that my body has recovered from the West Highland Way Race. It felt all springy and bouncy and my lungs seemed to work well (springy and bouncy is about as technical as it gets, Dear Reader. Refer to Runner's World if you want a better definition).

So now, before I get all aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr and practice my pirate-isms, I'd like comment on the articles concerning Dario that were published in The Glasgow Herald, Scotsman and The Sun.

My opinion is that none of them do the man justice. More worryingly, the authors appear to have simply lifted detail from the WHW Race forum and the blogs. There are many individuals who have been associated with Dario and the race for many years who might have important things to say; none, other than Garry Milne and Adrian Stott, have been quoted.

After reading the Herald article I felt moved to take the author to task over his malapropisms. This I did via email.

I hope he knows I'm linked to Mike Mason and takes the hint and doesn't end up as dust.