Except me. Never one for dancing in public (except for the flamenco of course, and the rugby club dinner, naturally), I remained still and poised, cool and alert, coiled like a spring and ready to run.
Well, jog anyway. Ten kilometres is an awfully long way. And I got stuck in the maze.
Forty-Eight minutes Fifty-Two seconds, though :-)
I call that well and truly motivated.
2 comments:
You were wise to abstain from dancing - you'd only have pulled a muscle ;-) and scuppered your 10k time...better to sing motivating and apt Dixie Chicks' song instead :-) What's wrong with 49mins 52secs rather than words? ;-) How are the hip flexors anyway?
Oh yeah well done!!
Thank you Anon :-)
Pleased to report: all body parts working normally (tired and aching in other words)
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