Tuesday, October 09, 2007

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.

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10 Comments:

Blogger Kim Ayres said...

I thought all these marathon runners just let it trickle down the leg while running

6:58 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Blee, well I WON'T be doing that.

7:10 p.m.  
Blogger finn said...

remember when running sucked and hurt and felt ghastly? remember??

you have come so far, grasshopper...

hope you sleep well tonight.

7:22 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Me and my hot chocolate think I will.

8:00 p.m.  
Blogger Medbh said...

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!

8:23 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

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.

8:43 p.m.  
Blogger aquaasho said...

Sleep Well!

9:02 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Thank you darling, I'd better not dream of Amy WInehouse, that's all I can say.

9:08 p.m.  
Anonymous stipes212 said...

hey Kim, marathon runners only let it dribble when they RACE,never during training

11:24 p.m.  
Blogger Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

Sweet dreams, Toots. Hope tonight sees you with a better sleep than last night.

7:39 a.m.  

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