I did not go to Bellshill today because the auld maw was going to be watching the royal wedding, and I'd rather do just about anything else. So I meditated three times and went for a run along the Ravelstone Dykes and that's the day done. No time to read a paper or bugger all!
I've been out running about three times in the last eight days. I'm just getting into my secret training schedule to defeat the old, toothless one and gain possession of his vast quantity of pornographic DVDs. You should ideally do a short fast one, a regular run and then a long slow distance one. I'll start banging in the sprints as of next week.
During the last run, I was wheezing along Ravelstone Terrace and completed freaked this couple, particularly the wummin who quite jumped to the side, shouting Oh My God, What's that!? as I plodded past. Her partner seemed to get a bit of a fright too. It's The Emphysemic Express, I shouted as I left them trailing in my coughing and hawking wake. But by the time the old, toothless one gets on the starting line I'll be ready!!!
7 comments:
I don't run at all, I don't even walk fast. I'll stick to my kayak for exercise.
Marie! Horses for courses! It's a lovely day here! Hotboy
The startled wifie wouldn't be used to seeing bulky people moving fast.
Albert? I don't mind being called a fat basturn to my face! Hotboy
If you could please post a picture showing how fat your face is, I'll know whether I could face it face to face. PS just remember it all balances up - the more teeth are pulled out, the more the face collapses back in on itself. It worked for me. PPS last time I saw you, you didn't look fat, so I only mentioned it because this was becoming rafatblog. PPPS Doc Bob said to tell you, if you were less hard on yourself, you'd be less hard on everyone else. Or maybe it was the other way round, it all balances up.
Albert? There isn't a camera that wouldn't break! Hotboy
Like Obama, you'll find that withholding the photos only encourages conspiracy theorists.
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