As you may have noticed, I haven’t blogged for a while and you also may have noticed that the last time I blogged it was about how I didn’t run the Reading Half Marathon, only turning up for the important bit, i.e. the drinking beer and eating pizza bit.
As you may also know, I have a move to the countryside coming up and whilst thinking about things like letting my house out to women with kids (kids? In my house? Eek.) and telling the mortgage company and the insurance company and the TV/broadband/phone company and the Inland Revenue and the gas and electric companies and countless other companies (do I need to tell the man in the local off licence to tell his kids not to expect any Christmas presents this year due to Santa’s profits being hit?) it occurred to me that I’m going to need some posh new running gear so people in the countryside don’t think that Londoners are a bunch of scruffs.
So what do I buy to impress the countryside people? Do they even care? If I buy green will I look like a tree and run the risk of having a dog wee on me? And what size do I get? I’m going to have lots of running time on my hands (or should that be feet?), so will I run so much I’m going to shrink to a size zero? Ooh, I hope so. Or maybe I should get a size 14 as, as well as having lots of running time, I’m also going to have lots of time to explore the new fridge and its plentiful supply of chocolate that I know lives in there. Or maybe some hi-vis gear due to the fact that I’m going to have to run on the road (or lanes or whatever it is countryside people call that three foot wide long bit of concrete they drive down) and risk getting run over by a tractor.
Maybe I’ll just stay here where it’s safe and there’s less likelihood of being weed on by a dog or run over by a tractor. But then where would my excuse for buying new clothes come from?