I’m still technically within the rules, but I’m not doing very well. Once again, a token effort, a mile walk. Hardcore indeed. Today will be a better day. The sun is shining, it’s beautiful out and I’m shortly going to go to Pilates. I should probably stop this post now or I will be doing a pre-emptive blog (is that allowed?). The girl was feeling very lazy Deciding that the rules are hazy Her thighs are so fat She must work on that Juneathon is indeed for the crazy. Needless to say, the limerick mojo… View Post
I’ve reached the point in Juneathon where blogging has become difficult as I have run out of things to say. Day 12 was also a poor effort and I’m claiming a mile walk as my effort. Hardcore. I did run across the road, but it made my pulled muscle hurt. I’ll see how it feels later. I’m running out of blogging steam A common problem, it would seem Blogging is so hard Like ridding self of lard What on earth can it all mean?
By pain in the arse, I mean, quite literally, a pain in the arse. No doubt you’ve all cursed the weather today in much the same way as me. However, Juneathon called, Jimmy nagged and out for a run I went. It started off fairly well in that my foot felt good enough for me to push to two miles. However, a mile in, I felt a sharp, stabbing pain at the top of my left leg. I pushed on through it, but the pain got worse and I called it quits at 1.7 miles,… View Post
Well actually, there is nothing to stop you fine men from also entering the competition, but they probably won’t fit you and you probably won’t like the colour choice. The lovely people from Zaggora kindly sent me a pair of their Viva Hotpants to try out. Don’t worry, these are not actually hot pants of the barely covering your arse variety; they are funky looking capris. These are worn and loved by various celebrities such as Fearne Cotton and Tess Daly and claim that by wearing these, you can lose four times as much… View Post
Went to a birthday barbecue yesterday and on the way home, Jimmy suggested going to look at the water. Going to look at the water turned into a 4.5 mile walk along the Thames to Woolwich. It was a lovely walk on a lovely evening, but my shoes were not really made for walking as the blisters and flaps of loose skin have confirmed. We got home quite late, so I decided not to run and claim the walk instead. I will be running shortly for today’s effort. Check back then for details of an… View Post