neglect
Sorry folks, I've really not been keeping you entertained have I?No doubt you've spent the last week slumped glumly over your keyboard, listlessly clicking 'refresh' in vain hope of a new post, pausing only to nibble at the edges of a spicy chicken Ginsters, letting the flakes fall where they may.
But cheer up, faithful audience. I'm back.
In a quest to return to some faint shadow of fitness, I went for a run today.
Oh the shame. For although my eyes can see the expanding belly that keeps nudging for attention at the bottom of my eyeline, my brain remains convinced that I am a svelte, road-eating, running machine.
So, when I finally pull on the lycra and get out onto the streets, the effect was one of my brain playing the eager-to-win jockey and my poor body the overworked, ageing racehorse.
'Faster. Faster. Faster.' bade Brain, whipping the foaming flanks of Body.
'Neigh' said body (see what I did there?).
Body did his best. He sweated. He strived. He failed.
I think the best I can say of the experience is that I was not shot by a vet at the end.
Still, there's always tomorrow's run, right?
posted by Peter The Great @ 9:09 PM
1 Comments:
Come running with me and Puglet/ta: you'll feel like an athlete again in no time.
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