This morning I was pretty reluctant to run. Before going to bed I’d told Mr R I needed to get 18km under my belt before 9am but didn’t think he was listening. The run this morning was accompanied by my Disco Diva Playlist - thanks Hidden - and Let’s Hear it for the Boy started to evolve inside my head as I ran along...
🎶Let's Hear It for the Boy🎶
Mr Razouski he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say.
Does he love me, love me, love me?
Didn’t think so when he woke me up today.
Last night said I’d run by nine -
This morning changed my mind.
But his alarm rang in my ear
“6.45 my dear!”
🛌
He knows how to annoy.
“Get out of bed as planned!”
Encouraging me?... Maybe.
“When out there you’ll feel grand.”
Oh-oh-oh maybe he's no running coach
Without him I would be a sloth.
Whoa, whoa, whooa-oh
Let's hear it for the boy.
🚶🏼♂️
My baby may not keep fit,
He likes to drink and dine.
Ooh, but he loves me, loves me, loves me
And he wants me to run in good time.
He made me a cup of tea
And that's all right by me, yeah
“18 k you’ll smash it well.”
To me it sounds like hell.
🤦🏽♀️
Let's hear it for the boy
He’s trying to give a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
He really tries to understand
Oh-oh-oh, he asks where I am running to
He’ll pick me up when I am through.
Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh
Let's hear it for the boy
🚙
'Cause every time I’m feeling fear.
He fills me with good cheer.
👱🏼♂️
Let’s hear it for the man.
He’s my biggest fan.
Showed me 18k I can.
🏃🏾♀️
And I did. It was hard going, but 18km in 1 hour and 39 minutes was pretty amazing for me and he was dead impressed when he picked me up from my finish point.