Last night I was at a gig in Glasgow with my daughters and their pals. I don't think it's so much that they wanted me to hang out with them as that I'm the only one of us with a people-carrier. But still. I was pretending I was cool...
It was a standing area ticket, though, and my back's sore now. At one point I was sitting like a lonely homeless beggar at the back of the arena, on the one clean bit of floor without beer spillages.
I shouldn't be surprised as I've found in the past that I get a sore back from standing. But I suppose I thought now I was uber-fit (haha) and super-slim (haha) that I would be fine.
I'm working today but if it's eased a bit by teatime I'll try a gentle run for medicinal purposes.