Today I went for a 3 mile run, exactly the same as I did yesterday. I don't really know where this desire to improve myself has come from but I like it and hope it stays around a little while longer...
Sideways rain and having to run into the wind is generally counterproductive to beating your PB, but beat it I did. Yesterday I ran the route in 36:47. Today I did it in 33:20 which is definitely a major improvement, I am almost pleased.
Whilst I was out negotiating the treacherous icy patches, looking less than glamorous, a passing Citroen decided to give me a little toot of his horn. Encouragement? Possibly. Pervert? Doubtful, given my stertorous state. So what else could it have been? Answers on a postcard please.
Men are strange creatures in my experience, they say what they mean which would be great if us women were not elementally programmed to ignore what men say and turn it into whatever we, infact, want it to be. If there is a God he's got to be the Universe's greatest comedian. Jog on Jimmy Carr...
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