Silliness. Why? It's the weekend!
So chaps. Today, I braved the single-digit temperatures to go for a run. I realise that sentence has far less impact now that the UK is heading for the coldest night of the winter so far at minus 22 degrees centigrade, but believe me when I say, it's cold outside.
Though perhaps the more important point is that I haven't been running since October and, apart from a weekly dance class, have done zero exercise since that session of panting and flapping my arms as I attempted to run up a big hill.
Less than five minutes into today's arm-flapping (seriously people, I'd not even reached the end of the first song on Shuffles*), my throat and chest were burning, my lungs were wheezing like an 80-year-old smoker and my nose was running. Now, there is a point on my route where I can turn right, head up a small hill and be home within five minutes; or I can turn left, go down a big hill, at the bottom of which I have to run in a little circle and then head back up the big hill, plus the little hill, to get home. You can guess which option I was considering as I approached this point today.
But no. Shuffles had other ideas. Into my ears he pumped the opening synthesiser of Europe's 'Final Countdown' and a miracle occurred. I got a second wind! (The figurative second wind, people, come on, let's keep it clean.)
As my feet fell into the steady rhythm and my mind was filled with long-haired, mullet-sporting Swedes and 80s guitar, I remembered a version of the song I came across on YouTube not so long ago by some clever chaps (ahem, geeks) on cellos. So I thought I'd share it with you!
Happy Friday!
*Shuffles is what I call Pies' old iPod Shuffle which comes in handy for the runnings. What do you mean, you're not supposed to name inanimate objects? Read more...
