Met up with an old work colleague for a drink and a catch up last night. Haven't seen the chap in about 6 months since I left my last job. But he was the same cheerful guy, who while not happy in his work was still very content in life, skiing in the French Alps (the week before us I might add), back packing in Australia and going on Safari in Africa with his camera.

The guy produces some truly breathtaking photographs. It's just a pitty that he can't do that professionally instead of the rut he appears to be stuck in with his career.

So when the talk turned to running and his love of triathlons (he's propper hardcore!) he told me that his wife was training for the Ironman.
"Rather her than me"
"That's what I said!" he replied.

While we were in the pub I also saw a fella with a pair of Merrell shoes and commented in passing, because you never see people wearing Merrells. Okay, I had mine on and for a breif moment I was cool, hip and trendy. I might buy some trainers like the ones he had, simply because they looked quite awesome. Bex is turning me into a vain and fashionable young man it seems.