A 30 minute run on the hamster wheel at the local gym last night. My god those places are dull to run in, even with the iPod drowning out the awful MTV rubbish piped in. Sadly a tottyless affair also, so I amused myself by occasionally (and furtively) glancing at a local meathead on the weights.
Well I say 'on the weights' but he seemed to spend most of the time posing at himself in the floor to ceiling mirror, stopping just briefly to grunt some enormous weight into the air momentarily, before it crashed down onto the mat with a loud
Klang. Perhaps wisely I kept my thoughts to myself, and plodded on.
This all bodes well for upping the distance to a 90 minute run planned err...sometime this weekend, hopefully.
Cancel (the) Connemara Kop-out
