Gym jams

Today I cunningly created a playlist on my ipod just for the gym, a series of up tempo numbers to run to....can't believe it's never occurred to me to do that before. So today I tested myself on running 5k...think I wanna do that 'Race for Life' thing in honour of my lecturer, Audrey, who has breast cancer. Good news is that I managed to run the 5k, bad news is now I'm cream-crackered.

Still, things could be worse.

It baffles me how come some people just look soooooooooooooo good in their gym gear, whilst I end up looking a bugger. Why is that?

Also I nearly tripped tonight as I saw Sally W on the treadmill in front of me! I was concentrating so hard on trying to see if, indeed, it was her or merely a doppleganger (yes I know there's no reason she would be in the Oval, Bebington, on the Leisure Peninsula, but I was having runner's hallucinations, clearly.) that when she abruptly jumped off the treadmill and went onto the next thing, I went all giddy as a kipper and nearly came a cropper. Thankfully I righted myself pretty sharpish! Phew! Anyhoo, Sal, you have a scally twin!

In other news, I spent a splendido evening hier soir avec Mrs Lucy Kennaugh drinking a bottle of faux champagne (on a Monday night I hear you gasp! Well so what!) Let me explain what led us to such a state: We were WWE widows for the evening, on account of Rich and Gary being obsessed with Wrestlemania 22 that they recorded on Sunday night. I know, how sad. Still, it was awesome to hang out with Luce and set the world to rights. Thank Luce, you rock!

Managed to impress the fam on Sat night - Mexican food, Lazy Daisy cake and coffee and malteser cake to polish off the evening. Dave + guitar+ trollied family members made for a fabby event. Yay me!

Right, that's quite enough blogging from me, I can hear Heat magazine and the OC calling me - gah I LOVE Tuesdays!

Ciao Bellas xxx