Ouch

This week I started to feel my age

On Monday I took a tumble when I was running. No one was around me, not pot holes, no cracked footpath

Nothing

No one to blame but me

I was busting out a classic Greg sprint (think arms swinging wildly from side to side ala the robot from lost in space, feet slamming on the ground like rhino on the charge coupled with a breathing style that can only be likened to that off a pervert…..) when I took a full tumble

Right in front of a packed café full of out door tables

Right near my old work

I broke my mp3 player cut both knees, bruised both hands and managed to get a bruise on my ass…

It could only happen to me…..

Cheers

Greg

Little of this and a little of that

Sometimes people ask me why I do not blog more

I am strong believer in only blogging when I have something to say. I could write about how the bathroom at my work always smells like burnt hair and is full of passive aggressive notes but that is just wrong……

All that said lately I have stepped up my running (see what I did there) and have seen some unusual things………like the woman who jogs listening to a Discman.

No Mp3 player for her……where does she keep her spare CD’s?

I also feel sorry for the people who sit next to me on the bus after I have gone for a run. It is safe to say that I am not in peak physical condition at the moment………at least I almost always get a seat to myself…..

Cheers

Greg