I’m not really a runner, let’s face it. I give it a go every now and then, but some people do it all the bloody time. They’re the real runners. And they don’t talk about it constantly like I do. They don’t have to, because they’re not feeling guilty that they haven’t been for a run for ages. They run so much that running isn’t A Thing for them. I hate them so much. Runbos, I (ve just decided to) call ’em.🏃
I’m currently on a Population Genetics course at the Wellcome Trust Genome Campus in Hinxton, which is apparently near Cambridge, but might as well be a made-up Teletubby land where everyone’s super clever and the food is lush and there’s a cat and slugs everywhere 👌
It’s a good place to go for a run. I even did it for a bit (20 minutes) at 7am with a colleague from Bristol. But obvs I haven’t done it since. I’ve just told everyone I’ve met about it.
“I might go for a run after the course tonight”. THIS IS A LIE.
“A run before dinner will perk me up a bit”. THIS IS A LIE.
“I’m training for a marathon”. LET’S FACE IT, THIS IS PROBABLY A LIE.
I don’t know why I’m lying to these nice people. They just want to know how to carry out a GWAS.
In other news, I’ve had a full English breakfast, several lunchtime cakes and at least a two course dinner every day. EVERY day. I’m awful.
Thanx 4 reading x