Flying on a Jet Plane

Or an Air New Zealand SAAB340A to be extact.

It's going to be quite an exciting weekend ahead. Not only is my cousin getting married but for the first time in over 50 years my nan is going to actually fly on a jet plane. Unfortunately its one of those dinky little planes that you have to climb the stairs to get to. She assures me that this is no problem but I keep having nightmares of ground staff having to hoist her up on their shoulders and carrying her onto the plane. My Nan is quite a proud woman and if the shock of flying doesn't kill her this may well.

The running has been coming along slowly. After my stella effort at running at an easy pace for 30 minutes on Tuesday I spent Wednesday on the couch watching E entertainment television surrounded by a chemist shop of drugs to make me feel better. And my arms are so sore from Monday that I cant bend them so I look like one of those green bugs that live in Ernies pot plant. Sunday's long run is only 5 kms and I can do that easily so Im going to take it easy and start again then.