A run postponed is a run denied. I didn't go out for my Friday run on Saturday like I promised myself.
We christened the telly with Serenity:
We started this after I'd been to two parties in Glasgow. So Friday night ended inevitably at about 3.30am, which meant Saturday started at, er, 1pm. By the time I had eaten breakfast it was dark. Oops. And my back is bust from moving furniture around the lounge to accommodate the giant telly, so tomorrow's long run is in jepoardy. Blog followers, do your worst. I'm in danger of becoming blase. I need your disgust.
I fling poop at you.
ReplyDeleteAnd at your running shoes.
*fling*
Hmmm... telly, or run? Telly, or run?
ReplyDeleteWrong answer!
YOU SLACKER!
You are hereby sentenced to an intensive ciruit of sumo squats, step-ups, and static lunges, punctuated with press ups and pilates core exercises to give the legs the odd break. 3 x 12 each.
GO!
Too spooky! We spent Saturday watching Serenity, too. We need to get co-ordinated again.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I digress from the point. I haven't set up a blog allowing people to scrutinise my leisure time so... GET RUNNING, LAZYBUM!