It may surprise you to learn, dear reader, that my running isn’t entirely comprised of world records, near world records and personal bests. In fact, I have been known to run – gasp – slowly.
Last night, for example, was an absolute dog of a run. Yes, it was hot and yes I hadn’t exactly prepared well for it, but that’s no excuse.
It was around 13k along the Mullum Mullum creek and back. It started slow, got slower and then ground to a stuttering, stitched halt about 20 times on the way back.
There were harsh words spoken. I have a vague, sweaty sort of memory of saying to myself semi-audibly:
“You’re a ***ing ****ing unfit lazy *****”
Insert your favourite four-letter-word, as required.
Turning to more positive things
From the Herald Sun online:
Man, that’s not positive! I give up. It’s no use.
David Beckham
Plenty of people tell me I remind them of “Becks”.
Truly.
Not the looks or footballing talent or stupid wife, obviously – mainly the effeminate voice and low IQ.
Still, it’s something.
Anyway – he played in Sydney last night against, funnily enough, Sydney FC. He played pretty well and scored a nice goal from a free-kick. The rest of his team aren’t exactly world-beaters though. They play like they’re on valium. Ah well.
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