Motivation for fatcats.
A further 15k behind me. New runners are a breeze. New socks are still awesome, can't big them up them highly enough. Running through Rathgar some old boy roared, 'Don't worry love, you'll get there eventually!' which caused maximum snarfs. Good run, felt good after the usual 2k meh, I flew the last 500m home, flew I tell you (mostly coz I need to pee, but still).
Must eat now, spicy chicken and spinach with noodles, velly yum.
Must eat now, spicy chicken and spinach with noodles, velly yum.
Labels: I'l get there before you old man and that's for sure.
posted by fatmammycat at 6:11 p.m.
10 Comments:
I thought all these marathon runners just let it trickle down the leg while running
Blee, well I WON'T be doing that.
remember when running sucked and hurt and felt ghastly? remember??
you have come so far, grasshopper...
hope you sleep well tonight.
Me and my hot chocolate think I will.
Normally I hate when people shout at me in public but I would have laughed at him, too.
Hope you get lots of shut-eye tonight!
Me too, that's if ever get to leave this sodding desk. I am stuck here downloading something that seems unwilling to download. I've got one eye half closed with Puddy snoring non too softly on the chair beside me, and I swear how I'm still upright is a miracle of modern science.
Sleep Well!
Thank you darling, I'd better not dream of Amy WInehouse, that's all I can say.
hey Kim, marathon runners only let it dribble when they RACE,never during training
Sweet dreams, Toots. Hope tonight sees you with a better sleep than last night.
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