Well, now that hasn't happened before.
As I may have mentioned before, I am not really an oil painting when I am out running. The humidity and warmth of the season adds a bit of soggy dishevelment to the general orcish grimacing that adorns my countenance. Given that fact, it was with some surprise that I found a companion running alongside me the other evening. He asked me where Two Mile Bay was (we've just run through it mate), and then proceeded to tell me, in a thick Eastern European accent, that he would finish his workout, have a shower, and then buy me a coffee. Indeed? Given the aforementioned soggy dishevelment/orcish grimace - honestly, what was he thinking? So I politely declined, and then declined again, and then a third time, then shuffled off on my wheezy way.
I am still loving my new bike, it makes me go faster. I admit this may be entirely psychosomatic, but the placebo effect is still an effect!
Not long to go now, and quite frankly, I can't wait- bring it on!
Until next time, give way to your right (for another couple of months at least....)
love
Ironmaiden
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