|I ran through a similar stretch of|
path but when I hit this particular
part I turned around to find another
route because I'd forgotten my snorkel.
I over-took (what I can only assume was) a couple. They had obviously been running for a while as he was clearly exhausted. His arms were too heavy for him, and he was doing a ridiculous ape-type run with his arms down by his sides (which, surely just makes it more difficult to run?) She was wearing rather tight cropped trousers and a rather tight - perhaps painfully so - pair of knickers underneath. As I passed them I suddenly became very aware of my own behind which suddenly felt very jiggly and I wondered if I, like her, had four bottom cheeks squeezed into my trousers. I also wondered whether my behind, again like hers, had also munched a third of my trouser fabric and was well on its way to desert. This was incentive enough for me to pick up the pace and move quickly out of site to run in peace without feeling eyes on me. I felt sorry that her significant other hadn't said, "Love, I think maybe you should reconsider your underwear choice."
|A family of the Queen's own.|
I wonder if their babies sleep OK?
As I ran, I thought about my current running outfit, and wondered if I would ever take the plunge and buy that tight-fitting stuff that toned and professional athletes wear. I think for the safety of the general public - and the old folk with the weak tickers who walk their dogs around the lake - it's probably best I don't.
I've come home and eaten a low fat microwave meal. It was one of those which says 'cook for 3 minutes, then agitate and cook for 3 more minutes. What? If you look up 'agitate' in a thesaurus you get the following alternate suggestions:
- Toss around
If there were any of the above going on it would be a much more exciting evening. They've even tried to make microwaving exhilarating now. What'll be next? - Exacerbate the eggs before adding them to the pan?
Who'd have thought that every day tasks could be so much fun?!