Frost under foot
As much as I cursed and yelled at him this morning, I’m happy that Rish took me on a jog past the golfcourse.
Yes, it was still zero degrees when we got back, and yes I felt like crying. But I felt mentally good for doing it :p
And I didn’t trip over, despite stubbing my toes 16 million times on tree roots. And I only fell off the footpath towards the houses, not onto the road - this is why a guy should always walk on the road side of a footpath with me. Or a girl. Or a toddler. Because they have better ballance than me.
A hot shower got rid of the numbness and the icicles that were in my lungs. Glutton for punnishment, though I’m glad it’s “getting warmer”. pfft.
1Kelkel
wrote on 10 September 2008 at 9:56
Sexist.
*trips over mat*
2Fiona
wrote on 10 September 2008 at 20:14
ANyone except Kelly?
3Kelkel
wrote on 10 September 2008 at 20:51
Unfortunately sportswise I’m one of the most unco people I know. :/ Seriously, I even hurt myself chewing food. I currently have a lisp from the swollen hole in my tongue from where I munched it 2 days ago. :/
4Kelkel
wrote on 10 September 2008 at 20:52
Oh, and I also have a bruised finger from where I sandwiched it in btwn a hand weight and a step and a bruise on my chin where I tonked myself doing push presses the other night. :/
5Fiona
wrote on 10 September 2008 at 20:54
see rish? there’s people out there worse than me!
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