I am fat.
I am balding.
I have a family.
I am a man.
I am a fat...balding...family...man!
These words thumped through my mind at the rate of a syllable each half second or so, for about 90 minutes this morning.
But I finished the run. I only fell over four times. There is not much in the way of external blood and abrasions, almost no bruising and a complete absence of contusions and lacerations, and the wounds are nicely distributed across various limbs and joints.