Well hello Yana...

WEIGHT : 90.3

ACHILLES : Coming along slowly

HEAD SPACE : Heavily forested

RATING FOR THE WEEK : 5

 

Tried to run a little for the first time last night. No go, but it doesn’t seem far away. One more set of stairs this week, and a good massage, and then will have another crack.

Tuesday – Nuttin’. Railroaded by a late afternoon call from Singapore.

Wednesday – Gym

Thursday – Rollers

On the upside I’m apparently becoming quite intriguing. I know this because Yana from the Ukraine has written to me personally to tell me so. Yana has seen my profile on LinkedIn (surprising given I’m not on LinkedIn) and she has written to my work email address to tell me that I sound intriguing and that she can’t believe my age, “you look so much younger”. Yana doesn’t actually state my age, nor how young I might look in comparison, but surely its encouraging.

Of course the possibility exists that the only truth in the whole correspondence might be that Yana actually resides in the Ukraine. Given that I’ve never known any ‘Jana’ to spell her name ‘Yana’, I’m guessing that my secret admirer may in fact spell her name ‘B O R I S’. Housed in a Kiev slum, hunched over a computer, cigarette pushed up against whatever teeth have managed to cling defiantly to his inflamed gums,  and with the ashes gradually accumulating on a singlet festooned with the artefacts of lunches long since forgotten, Yana would like me to respond with more about myself. I may yet call her bluff. “Dear Boris, …. right back atcha babe...”