Went for a run at lunchtime.
Was feeling good in my 'skins' and my new asics runners. Was a quiet day at work, no real pressure or hassles to get things done.
Could hear action from the Gran Prix in the background and was getting excited by the thought of going there tomorrow.
Was talking with a friend... nice chat, all was well.
Then they mentioned one thing and my mind started racing, stomach churning...
How fickle can we be and how powerful is the mind.
I wish I had control of it... not it of me...
Heres a new page and video on 50cc dirt bikes: