Pathetic Runner Chick
The running fail continues, and Mr The Rake and my mother have ganged up on me. You know it’s bad when that happens.
I haven’t been feeling great.
Understatement. Last night, after I posted, I got into bed, found that the whole world was spinning, and couldn’t get up again. Mr The Rake put my pyjamas on me because any movement was too much.
This morning a pharmacist fed me some vitamin b and hydralyte. And then a small child threw up on the floor. I’m sure I’ll come good, and I already feel better. The likely culprit is iron depletion (or maybe I’ve just been reading too much of our arty runner chick?!). Running is a learning curve, after all.
Mr The Rake’s birthday is tomorrow, so I suggested getting up early to give him his present. He told me that I should sleep in.
So he called my mother.
Mr The Rake told her that I ‘lick windows’ for not resting. And Mum asked me to stop licking windows and see a doctor.
So I got off the phone and told Mr The Rake that I planned to run a virtual half marathon on Saturday.
I am going to lock you up in the bathroom.
No wait, the laundry.
I don’t want to have to shit in a bucket.
You can shit in a bucket.
At least they care.
Are you doing the virtual half marathon?
What do you do when you’re feeling bad?
How should Mr The Rake Celebrate his birthday? (He can’t decide)