A night off hockey...

...and what do I do? Eat my own bodyweight in chicken tikka masala and naan bread for lunch, agree to meet Jan at 6pm to go for a run before watching the 1sts vital league game against Pembroke....

Now this doesn't sound all that horrific, except for the fact that Jan is a super-fit whippet who will leave my Indian-food-eating ass waaay behind on the road....

...still....I'll be trying out my new heart-rate monitor (thanks Fiona Byrne, xo) so that will add some much needed comic relief to proceedings...oi vay!

Anyone round and about Dublin 4 who hears manic beeping and wheezing, don't panic, it's just a tubby runner having a heart rate meltdown!