HALF MARATHON: Bring out yer dead. . . bring out yer dead . . . ninepence . . . bring out yer dead
WEATHER: Here's one.
ME: I'm not dead!
WEATHER: Yes you are.
HALF MARATHON: She says she's not dead.
WEATHER: Well she will be soon. She's very slow.
ME: I'm not dead! I feel happy!
WEATHER: You're not fooling anyone you know. You haven't seen shade in five kilometers!
HALF MARATHON: Look, I haven't got all day. Is she dead or isn't she?
ME: I feel fine!
WEATHER to HALF MARATHON: Isn't there anything you can do?
ME: I want to go for a walk!
HALF MARATHON to WEATHER: *looks shifty*
HALF MARATHON: *massive hill at km 15*
ME: *thunk*
WEATHER: Thanks very much. Here's your ninepence.
HALF MARATHON: No problem. See you Thursday.
Friday, July 16, 2010
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