Jogging
Red faced, gasping for breath and trying not to collapse after finally catching up with my flat mate during my first evening jog in a long time I was barely able to wheeze out the words:
“Dam… I can’t… even keep up… with a thirty-three… year old smoker… with a bad… back.”
Yes, I have decided it is time to get back in shape again. It might take a little while but it seemed like a good idea to start the New Years resolution early.
If you see a red faced ginger Englishman in a jogging outfit face down on a Dutch street as he tries to recover from lung collapse you will know it is me. Wish me luck…. then call an ambulance.
And you getting stuck in a lift, or breaking your ankle and wandering round as a zombie,w asn’t wierd enough.
This is a sign, Stu, WE MUST GO TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD TOMORROW AND SEE THEM THINGS, YOU KNOW…….
Other People……,
This is getting baaaaad
Hahahaha, have you guys not heard of messenger programs?
Stu, hysterical laughter’s the grease that keeps our brains in order. Go for it!
About running…well maybe you should run with me then we could make each other look good – you because I guarantee you can run faster than I can and still maintain a snail’s pace ;), and me because it would be good for my image of being the hip cool and trendy mother of Jodie to be seen scampering along with a nother hip cool and trendy twenty somethinger..lol
oh christ, that’s the funniest comments box yet!
diazepam – it’s the way to go.
don’t worry, i’ve been on diazepam before – great stuff. as for my back … i just got operated on (well, not recently, unless 2001 is recent) and weed makes me feel sick.
red wine and bloody mary’s get me through life.
hahaha! i think you and i should propbably team up when it comes to jogging and we can wheeze together.
Oh dear, Stu – well, take comfort in the fact that it can get worse… i.e. playing an MMORPG with Baz right next to me in the same room and still typing comments to each other in-game… and then telling each other to read the comments…
Oh and dont be fooled by VallyP either… she maybe short but she’s a devil on the tarmac over 3km. I had to start running longer distances to have an excuse not be embarrased by her speed anymore :S
I feel I should explain, I am not some drugged up looney, but am on a course of diazepam for my back, which is quite bad.
The weed is just because……
The comments, I have no excuses for :)
Jodie – What makes it worse is we kept on say to each other, “Look again. I left another comment.”
VallyP – I would not be so sure about being slow then me. You have not seen me run :p
Tenakalaz – Don’t lie you drugged up loony :p
zoe – Between the both of you you are turning my comment box into a den of booze and drugs :p
I’d dial an ambulance, but have…arthritis…in…fingers…
You’re forgiven! That was actually fun, reading your drunk comments! And I should get back into shape myself. I might join an all women gym, haven’t decided yet.
good idea Stu! We caould call it Jog4Blog or something ho ho.
By the way, don’t believe everything Jodie tells you. I may be Wonder Mum, but I’m not Supermum yet..lol
Maybe we should all start a blog jogging team :p
Count me in on the Jog-a-Blog….but only if I don’t have to divulge my time/mile. (oops you guys use that crazy metric system that I can never figure out)
Loved your drunk comments. You must do that more often for your reader’s entertainment purposes.
What’s the number for 911? :)