You see, when I run, my face contorts itself into this sort of mutant grimace whilst tinting itself a vibrant shade of scarlet. A friend's son observed me running yesterday and I am afraid he is now traumatised by the experience. It sounds like he actually thought he was going to have call me an ambulence. Interestingly, I have never yet managed to do a running event where the attendent ambulence staff haven't singled me out as I shuffled by to "just check I was feeling OK".
I've tried smiling but it sort of just looks like I've got a mutant scarlet grimace AND have just had a partial stroke. Plus, to be honest, smiling takes energy that I don't necessarily have to spare.
I'm the one in the white shirt (as opposed to marked by the white hand) but the similarity is striking. |

Until next time, if you see any concerned looking medics watching me exercise, please assure them that I am almost certainly absolutely fine!
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Ironmaiden
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