You Give a Little Love and it All Comes Back to You
I went for a run this morning. Running is getting easier. I am looking forward to the day when it is just easy, but maybe one day. I still have to make myself go. I’m still bargaining. ‘You can be back in half an hour,’ ‘You’ll enjoy it once you’re out there.’ OK, enjoy is nowhere near the right word. I don’t hate it is closer to the truth. I thought today would be hateful since it’s so hot out, (hot for England I mean) but it actually wasn’t too bad.
I can now run for at least five minutes. Woot! Baby steps, you know? Or, as I measure it, all of Since You Been Gone and two thirds of My Sharona. The last song of my run was The Final Fight from Buffy, and even though I felt like I was dying I had to run the whole thing, otherwise Buffy would kick my ass. 
The problem with that music is that, when it kicks in, I want to run full pelt as if I’m saving the world, and my poor body can’t do it. Not yet anyway.
And now Bugsy Malone is on the telly. Yes I have it on DVD.
We’re the very best at being GOOD GUYS!!
God I love this film. I’d kill to have been one of those kids. Shame I wasn’t born yet.
HI. I was tag surfing and came across your blog. You are absolutely delightful! I am a very old lady, 47, and feel about running as you do. I talk myself into beginning and keep talking until I get about 20 minutes into and then I am fine. Music is the ONLY way I can do it! I run to crazy music, Powerman 5000, Chevelle, Steromud just to keep me moving.
I am in the USA but my nephew lives in London working at the American Embassy. He loves your country!
Have a great weekend! I write about my crazy health journey, come see me.
47 is not old!
I don’t think I could run without music at all. Or at least I wouldn’t get very far.