So there I was, yet again, minding my own business - this time running down the road, whilst wearing my sports bra in a more conventional manner than yesterday. I was about a third through a 10k to Gress cattle grid and back, when a car passed me and stopped just a bit up the road.
I had recognised the vehicle as belonging to my (erst while) friend Andrea (boxesbellows.blogspot.com) and her partner Evelyn and had even given her a jaunty wave. Why's she stopped, I innocently wondered? And then it all became horribly clear as I saw her producing cameras from the passenger seat (she's a photographer).
Some people look good running - like the women always featured on the front of Runner's World etc, for example. I don't - after about 1k I start to resemble a tomato, 3k - a very angry tomato, 6k - a sweaty, very angry tomato. So, I did the mature thing and flicked her the "V"s, shook my fists and cast doubt on her parentage.
Could have been worse, could have been when I was slogging my way back up the hill from the Glen - then I just look like someone who requires medical attention - STAT!!
TUNE: My Chemical Romance - "Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us".xxx