What a mess! Pouring down with rain here in Italy -- not drizzle but cats and dogs -- and off I want after a day's work to the park to run my traditional 30 minute run. All my kits were to be laundered -- only got back from UK yesterday and have lectured all bloomin' day -- so I put on gigantic bright red shiny (read ugly) track suit I found at the bottom of a cupborad -- gigantic as in 3 sizes too big and me dad's wonderful cloth cap. 4pm and getting dark. No idea how far I was running, don't have a Garmin yet but I know it's around 4. something K so i ran a bit further than usual. Scary. I was almost the only person there. One very attractive young gentleman was joggin backwards - yes backwards -- down a pesky slope. He was wearing a sort of headband like boxers wear - never seen one of them before. Girls -- and there was I in a red tent. Grump.
Plus playlist -- Mitts, Laura has been banished from my playlist! Couldn't play the list. It was raining, it didn't play automatically so in the pouring rain with a slipper touch pad I had to try and play them one by one. So I got Maroon 5's payphone twice, finger slipped! So it was One Direction, Call me maybe, Come on Eilleen (twice) Carrie Anne -- blimey the lyrics are a bit mmm well, you know teacher/pupil stuff, hadn't noticed that before. Whatever, I could have easily Kept on running