Truths of Old

Cor. Alcohol really does affect performance. In the gym that is. cough.

The Morning After quietly celebrating a friend's birthday with her (err. only 1 glass asti, 3 of birbet, and an amaretto and milk?) felt fine up to the point where I went to the gym.

Suddenly everything was at the 66% mark. Eh? What gives. And the straw that broke the camel's back must have been the treadmill. A miserable run-time of 8 minutes before the sensation of utter exhaustion and an imminent myocardial infarction forced me to sheepishly step off.

Whimper.

But it was such a lovely evening...

speaking of which.

She, leaning forwards with her lips slightly parted and gazing through half-lidded eyes at the italian manager... (as she spoke to him) and then uttering THOSE words...

giggles.

Sure, sure, they were poorly chosen. Riii-ight, sure, that wasn't flirting. And I'm the Queen of England.

:)

Some girls are just so clueless!

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EH! I thought that WAS Rachel Stevens on the Fitness First (my gym) Sport Relief poster.

ARG! I wonder if it's too late for me to sign up to run for Sport Relief tomorrow... only 1 mile! Meet Rachel!! Sod charity!

Aww. bugger. I'm working tomorrow.

Howl.