Afraid of the light
Today was two minutes walking, two minutes running: twenty minutes in total. If I thought a minute of running was tiring, I was wrong. This morning's exertion seemed properly knackering.
The changing clocks meant that we stepped outside into LIGHT! Funny though, this was not a welcome change. "Everyone can see what we look like!", moaned Cem. Indeed, my red hair produces an unsightly warm blush across my whole face when I exercise. (At least, that's my excuse for it.)
Fortunately, though flooded with light, Oxford still seemed to be largely deserted. I took the opportunity to sing "Play that Funky Music (White Boy)", out loud, running back to Wadham down Broad Street.
Thankfully, my dear Cem does not judge.
The changing clocks meant that we stepped outside into LIGHT! Funny though, this was not a welcome change. "Everyone can see what we look like!", moaned Cem. Indeed, my red hair produces an unsightly warm blush across my whole face when I exercise. (At least, that's my excuse for it.)
Fortunately, though flooded with light, Oxford still seemed to be largely deserted. I took the opportunity to sing "Play that Funky Music (White Boy)", out loud, running back to Wadham down Broad Street.
Thankfully, my dear Cem does not judge.
posted by ladyinpink at 8:35 AM
1 Comments:
Just be glad you were running back to college and singing. If it ha been a moment while you were walking i'd have ahd to come and film it. ^_^
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