This morning I went for an early run (mainly to avoid being seen by any 'real joggers' or too many people in general) to embark upon my first day of week 3 which is quite a jump from week 2. I'm not gonna lie, I was a tiny bit apprehensive about it and quite sure I wouldn't be able to do it.
As it happens, it went really well, due to my sudden ability to pace myself. My normal problem is, I don't really know how to jog so I run everywhere at almost maximum speed. Fortunately today, I managed to get it together and completed my run quite successfully!
However, on my cool down walk, I was forced to stand aside and allow the menopausal housewives of Somerset 'jog' past me in their designer spandex, sweat bands and trainers, faces caked in makeup, chattering away as they shuffled past trying to asphyxiate me with their ridiculous designer perfume. Seriously, you're going jogging. Why in Gods name would you put makeup and perfume on???
I swear if I EVER turn into that, I will hire a hitman on myself.
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