Every bastard personal thing in my life just HAS to be a friggin' competition and or a race.
No, I dunno why either, but that's just the way I am.
I quite often time myself going up 'me 'ill', and have achieved some pretty satisfactory times over the years.
Been a bit off the pace this last few months on my own admission, I could feel it, so decided to give it the full on biffters this evening.
30 minutes is the absolute acceptable minimum.
Near piggin' blew all me gaskets, trying me hardest, bearing in mind. 26:48 is my record, and 29+ minutes is a regular time when 'trying' reasonably hard.
My time tonight, when I finally stiopped the clock, standing there like the Flying Scotsman with an empty boiler?
30 minuts 17 seconds.
I was absolutely bloody furious with meself, so much so, it nearly broke out into a fight.
WTF is wrong with me, sloathy owld twat?