The Garden Gallop
I was going to recreate last year’s Dressing Gown Dash but as I stayed out all night, I didn’t have my dressing gown on and so after a bit of tweeting with Travelling Hopefully (Tweeting with Cassie = being nagged by Cassie), said I’d go for a gallop round the garden, mostly because ‘garden gallop’ sounded cool.
I put on my clown shoes
opened the back door and was greeted by this
Yes, it was a bit dark and a bit wet and a bit minging but after going back upstairs and consulting on Twitter if sitting in a car for 16 miles was enough for Janathon and being told ‘NO’ (by fairweatherrunner), I had to go and do a run.
I was going to do a proper Miranda style gallop – you know, the bit where she says “Running - wrong unless professionally or as a child. As an adult you should only run if you’re near a train station and look at your watch first. And you certainly can’t gallop like kids”. I can’t describe how much I love that clip. I can’t even describe how rare it is for me to want to swap places with a 6 ft fat chick but I would swap lots of things (except my cat) to be as funny as Miranda. I really really really really really (and I don’t care how many times my tutor would kill me for repeating words) wanted to find a video clip of Miranda doing the galloping thing but I COULDN’T FUCKING FIND ONE and I only wanted to blog so I could use that video clip and so I wasn’t going to blog at all but then remembered the stupid Janathon rules (who started this stupid Janathon thing anyway? Oh, yes, it was me. Meh, stupid me) and so I had to blog.
I think that’s the end.
Janathon day 1.
Yay, go me.
Oh, hang on. I did my run, then rescued the champagne from the fridge.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
Stats
Distance: round the garden
Time: not very long really
Pace: um…
Janathons done: 1/1
Hilarious Cathy! I’m inclined towards running being wrong I’m afraid which explains why I’m a fat and not six ft old bird.
Ah yes, champagne – the post-exercise recovery drink of all elite athletes. Happy New Janathon.
Your blogs are the total essence of janathon for me. Happy New Year u mentalist
You would miss me if I didn’t nag.
(and I’m still waiting for that official declaration…)
Yes, I echo Cassie, you would miss her if she didn’t…!
And hurrah for alcohol, we will have an excellent Janathon drink up next week. I am excited about a month of non-stop Cathy blogging!
I think anything can be classed as exercise if champagne is drunk afterwards! As long as it is you doing the exercise, like running round the garden, and not pretending to, like 16 miles in the car holding your Garmin out the window.
You inspired me with the champagne – gonna go pour some now to celebrate my first janathon run. Well played.
Now I desperately want to see a video of Miranda galloping. Well done on getting out there and then celebrating appropriately 🙂