I can't remember what I said last night - did I say I'd run 6 or 7 days a week? Either way, tonight is a night off. I just can't bring myself to go out in this relentless wind, especially after fighting through it every day to get to work.
Absolutely typical that this finally shows its ugly head when I finally need to not look like a total weirdo. I am putting my everything into this broadcasting opportunity presented to me.
What else can I do? Keep on running. Time may be short.
I haven't mentioned that last Monday my face was all over the screens of every one of William Hill's 2,400 odd shops - video here. I absolutely love my job, like really love it. It's been a long time coming and I hope/bet it will be a happy time for long time to come, too.
However, the day I've feared for over half of my life finally came, last night. I discovered the first presence of vitiligo on my face. Wait, what is that? Vitiligo isn't recognised as an actual word on this browser. Well, last night, the disease felt a lot more real than usual - whilst the patches are only small and just below the jawline, this could be the start of something truly humiliating. I know that it doesn't have to be, I'm just scared.
Absolutely typical that this finally shows its ugly head when I finally need to not look like a total weirdo. I am putting my everything into this broadcasting opportunity presented to me.
What else can I do? Keep on running. Time may be short.
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