shorts

You’ll be thankful to note, yesterday’s proposed change of editorial direction doesn’t seem to have much of a future.

I did try. I tried my whole-soul best to think of something erotic and running-related, but I just don’t see how it’s possible. The best I came up with was the idea of posting a picture of me in my new racy running shorts.

They are quite revealing, but erotic no. God no. Especially not after my lunch-time run. And you definitely don’t want to see them after a long run, what with the chafing and all.

So, back to whimsy. Whimsy, whimsy, whimsy.

Running
13.1 km (precisely) this lunchtime. It started at work and took in the delights of Carlton, Brunswick and alongside the cemetery. I did my little tempo session alongside the cemetery, ending up feeling a bit better than the inhabitants. But only marginally.