Today my running plan says “Rest” but since I went to see the new James Bond film last night (only 6/10) instead of doing another “Easy 15-20 minute jog”, tonight is my first venture out on to the mean streets of Linlithgow.
Arriving home from work promptly at 5pm, I immediately sling (haul?) on my saggy-assed, navy cotton jogging pants (ladies – did your hearts just skip a beat there?), pull (heave?) on the heaviest, moisture-absorbing sweatshirt I can find and strap (force?) myself into some ill-fitting training shoes to pound (obliterate?) the pavements outside. At least I get the timing right, arriving back home precisely 20 minutes later. I have absolutely no idea what happened to the “easy” and “jog” bits.
Arriving home from work promptly at 5pm, I immediately sling (haul?) on my saggy-assed, navy cotton jogging pants (ladies – did your hearts just skip a beat there?), pull (heave?) on the heaviest, moisture-absorbing sweatshirt I can find and strap (force?) myself into some ill-fitting training shoes to pound (obliterate?) the pavements outside. At least I get the timing right, arriving back home precisely 20 minutes later. I have absolutely no idea what happened to the “easy” and “jog” bits.
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