Crappy run, better shopping

Had planned to run up (and down) a few hills around town last night - didn't feel like checking out the local trail that has been masquerading as a cross-country ski track since well before x-mas, and right now probably is a royal mess of ice and mud. The first hill, 40 metres according to garmin, saw me racing up 10 times before I got bored. It was more "how to turn" than "run uphill". On the way to the next one I suddenly got the first bout of stitch I've had for years, and I completely lost the plot and went home. Mile and a half - barely worth a shower. Today saw the opening of a sports chain outlet, combined with payday meant pure hell. I braved the crowds and found a pair of capri pants and 2 pairs of socks for about £25. Totally made up for the crappy run...