I’ve been running for what seems like forty days and nights.
I was sure the treadmill would get easier the more I used it, but not this one. It’s getting harder. Each run is like climbing a steeper hill.
I wouldn’t mind, but I don’t look any different. In fact, I’m sure I look podgier. With aching knees.
The way to get fit for Valentine’s! promised the brochure.
That should have been my first clue.
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Now, believe it or not, this is a piece of fiction. It’s a response to Colonialist’s new challenge, to write a short story of just 77 words, including the title. Clicking the badge to the left will take you to his site, and other entries.
I had to write the first one with a nod to Hallo Valentine’s, since that’s the current theme I’m persevering with. Tolerating, actually. Still, it’s nearly here now, and I can soon get back to more realistic blogging.
I mean to say, me, trying to get fit for Valentine’s?! Whatever will I think of next?
Pop along to Col’s site if you’re feeling up to the challenge!
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