My erstwhile training partner who succumbed to the lure of a military boot camp style personal trainer (née Elliott, now apparently called James, or Hugo, or Ranulph or something - tsk, so fickle...) and seemingly left my side forever, leaving me to wallow in my tears, drown my sorrows in electrolyte drinks and sample disgusting energy gels all on my own?
SHE CAME ON A BIKE RIDE WITH ME THIS MORNING.
Yes. Absolutely true.
A couple of laps of Richmond Park very early before the Sunday cycling mayhem posses descended.
And guess what else?
SHE TALKED TO ME FOR THE ENTIRE TIME.
Best 'aerobic' activity she has had in ages, apparently.
Knew I was still good for something.
She doesn't get that with
*claps hands in happiness*
|(c) Scott Adams|