The sports bra made its debut the night before last, unfortunately
so did the bloody British summer.
Boiling.
Not warm, not hot but bloody boiling!
At least I resembled a classy runner. You know the type, proper
kitted up, hair back, water bottle in hand. If I do say so myself; I looked the
part.
Chubby but professional.
I had full intentions of doing the six miles but after getting to
the second mile mark I thought I may combust. There was sweat coming from
places that really shouldn’t be sweating.
I’m used to my arse sweating and the normal sweaty zones but
sweaty eyelids and a sweaty…well, a sweaty Betty (Eric) is not something I’m
partial to.
Yuck!
Anyway, the bra…the bra, was, not so good. I was still bouncing
like a good one and still had to wear the Nike training top for extra support.
I suppose I shouldn’t be so defeatist, I mean, they’re going to bounce
regardless. Now, it’s about getting a hold (excuse the pun) on the amount of
bounciness.
So, it was a three miler Tuesday.
Three miles in the
sunshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!
Scotty Boy came to collect me and kindly pointed out; ‘You look
warm!’ That’s why I love him…his intelligence! (By the way someone has now
informed my FiFi that the flight to Mexico is in fact eleven hours not the mere
five hours I had him to believe. Bad
times.)
Then I did something stupid.
There is something so very wrong about a chubby girl in a
professional running kit coming out of Domino’s Pizza with two huge boxes.
And I wonder why I’m not getting slimmer, ey?
Well, I am in full holiday mode, why not?
Now, the reason I had to endure the run at peak sunshine time the
day before yesterday was because the mother has finally decided to return from
her adventures and I was playing taxi to Bristol International Airport .
It was touch
and go whether she’d come home, mind.
But home she came.
I spent the hour and half
journey across the border, to the airport with my father, who once gain talked
non stop. Although we did enjoy a bit of bonding time via lager and lager
shandy respectively at a quaint little beer garden on route.
It was nice.
We waited with baited
breath at departures. I wasn’t entirely convinced mother dearest had actually
boarded the plane in Zakinthos.
But, at the precise moment
my father was asking the bloke behind the café quarter counter how much his
crisps were; ‘just for research purposes, see?’ my little brown berried mother
rolled up looking all professional jet setter.
I was pleased to see her.
‘Oh it was fab!’ she
declared as I paid a ridiculous amount of money to park Jesus (the Ford Focus)
for approximately twenty two minutes.
‘I’ve got a new best
friend.’ She told us, ‘he went deaf in his one ear out there and got to have it
siringed…he took a picture so he’s going to email it to me.’
‘Nice.’ I replied through
gritted teeth.
‘Yes, his wife was a
picker, like us, you know?’
‘I know.’ I agreed and
suddenly felt very tired.
Anyway, I got back to
Merthyr just after midnight , rolled
into bed and before I knew it the alarm was screaming that it was time to get
my fat arse up and out of bed.
I’d had about four hours
sleep and was considering wearing an ‘approach with caution’ T-shirt.
My mood was not improved to
see the kind man that called me a see you next Tuesday, a week or so ago, in
the hostel.
Merp bloody Merp.
Then my favourite resident
was moving out, into his own property, on his own two feet.
It was emotional.
It’s so nice to see them
move on, letting them fly off into the horrid big wide world, but it’s daunting
to. I wish him all the best.
By four o clock I thought I
was going to die of tiredness.
‘I have to sleep.’ I think
I told Scotty Boy, or I could have just fallen asleep, I’m not sure.
So, there was no running
last night.
This plan is heading head
first down the pan.
I need to get a grip.
I need to run.
Today is Thursday, which
means there are three sleeps until Mexico ! It’s boiling, I’m excited, I have to clean the
house and I have to fit a run in!
I’m sighing as I type
this.
So, I’d better get on.
P.S; Just for medical
reference, I took two constipation relief tablets last night…I’m so wise.
Wont be running until at
least eight o clock tonight.
At least.
Enjoy the sunshine.