So what are we on now, day 5 or 6 of my new, new regime? I cant remember, It seems like a life time ago that I started up my training/keep fit torture, cruelty, yet my body is thinking its the first day each time. Every jogging step is arduous and torturous. The cold air taunting me, telling me to go back inside, where unfit, old girl grannies stay knitting matinee jackets.
But, I closed the door with a firm bang, set the stopwatch and headed for that darn turnaround lamppost. No school children around to try and impress with my jogging skills and fitness levels, no nagging sister in front of me barking orders and no victim 2 to lean on, emotionally, for support. Just that still quiet voice in my head, COME ON OLD GIRL YOU YOU CAN DO IT, but the words that crept out of my mouth was 'You stupid old mare, go back home' Fortunately no-one was around to hear those utterances of a desperate unfit old girl.
Nothing unusual happened on the way, but I did give a huge pat on my back to say well done, as I had managed to jog even further today on the course, than yesterday. Yes well done old girl, well done indeed.
Seeing the couple walking their dog (slowly) made me jog further, I huffed and puffed up behind them and the duly gave way to me, unlike the dog, thank goodness he was on a lead, I know if he had jumped up at me I would have fallen over. On and on, turnaround lamppost my goal, I wish I could see it, still got to get to the ally first.
As you can imagine, I was talking to myself all the way to turnaround lamppost and back again, nagging, (wish nagging sister was here) Did I say that out loud? passing 12 min lamppost, jogging, walking, jogging, walking. My house in sight, waiting to hear nagging sister say 'Come on now sprint from here' but all I am hearing is my heavy breathing, my feet pounding the pavement in a walking pace! GET A MOVE ON and I sprint for my door. So its a shorter sprint than nagging sister would have made me do, but is she here? No exactly, Does she comment on my blog, No she doesn't, Does she have a blog account to encourage me, No she doesn't.
Hi sis, loves ya xxxx
p.s. nagging sister did mention what time I did the run and it was 17:03.07
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Hello sis, nagging sister here. Nice to see you are out jogging again. Can't wait for you to get a little bit fitter so that I can continue with the torture, ahem I mean encouragement. I miss jogging with both your goodself and victim no 2. Carry on with the good work and we'll soon have you fighting fit in no time lol.
Love ya lots x x x
Hmm love indeed comes in many forms my dear dear sister, cruelty and torture, and that cackling laugh as you see us at the end of our jog doesnt quite seem to fit the picture. I can only think that you LOVE us hurting and sweating and pleading for water!
kissy kissy
How can you possibly say I love to see you hurting, it saddens me greatly to see you struggling for the whole 1 mile (yes folks, I did say 1 mile) jog. Anyone would think I was asking you to run a marathon, mmmmmm now theres and idea ha ha
kissy kissy backatcha x x x
1 mile is good,for now! thank you dear dear sweet sister
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