Wednesday, 26 January 2011

I am not a runner...

How true is this for those of us coming to running late in life...particularly after too many beers, curries and a general lack of care attention to the one we love the most...

...but you're bitten by the bug now aren't you.  You've dodged the dog poo and stopped sounding like a walrus, you're starting to post times you're proud of (although a "true" runner may still snear) and you know deep down you're a runner now, and the journey has started...


...and one day in the not so far off future, you might not speak French or be quite this cute, but you'll now that same feeling of addiction...

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