Day 4

Day 4

A few days in, I have concluded that I can argue with myself and I am a perve.

I was a little sore from Monday but this is because my fitness is pants and I didn't anticipate a groin twinge. I decided that I should walk the last 0.5 miles of my Tuesday run. The other part of me said "No; don't walk, this isn't a walking marathon, push yourself, we don't have time for walking.." and it basically went backwards and forwards until my attention was taken by what can only be described as a god.

I am absolutely an antitheist - I don't believe in believing in religion - so for me to call this running guy a god is a significant compliment. He ran past me, of course, and about 15 metres in front of me, he helped a pair of youngsters who had their dog lead in a twister-style manner around a lamppost. It wouldn't surprise me if he helped an old lady with her shopping and a kitten out of a tree that morning. Either way, as I approached the dog-tangle, in true Hollywood style, I tripped. I didn't fall, but I scuffled along the floor, which is enough to ruin my chance (as if I had one anyway) and reveal my true clumsy idiot. He looked up with genuine concern and it was then I started to hate him, nobody is actually that nice, I reckon he did something really horrific and now he is repenting. This could -however- be the most romantic love story since Jack and Rose. As I planned our wedding in my head I realised I had continued to run the whole way back to the car! Go me! Being a perve totally has it's upside!! I made a mental note to myself for our next encounter; check for a ring, any oncoming objects and dribble. I'm so in there.

Bought a new pair of trainers and intend to test them out this weekend! I am sore but in a good way, eating well, stretching every day, feeling fab, still running from 'Am-I-going-to-make-it adrenaline'.

3rd run of the week comes tomorrow and I am adding a mile... will report back.

K x