fantasy


  Pushing on regardless NOW here’s a weird, even disturbing, thing; my trusty Garmin records a hilly four-mile run around the city where I live. Yet I have scant memory of it ever happening. How can this be? The watch tells of a continuous jog with every second accounted for. By contrast, my memory presents me with a fractured picture of this same outing. All I can recall is a bundle of random sectors; a jumbled image of an amiable amble in the company of a running mate. The highs and lows of  those detested hills are all recorded on… Continue reading