My Thighs:
Woah! Seriously, what the fuck just happened? What was that?!?!
My Brain:
Er, that was exercise, guys. You must remember it.
My Thighs:
Exercise? It was never that hard before! We used to do miles and miles every week without any problems. 'Thankyou sir, can I have another?' - that was our mindset.
My Brain:
Yeah, well, it's been a couple of weeks. You guys have gone soft.
My Thighs:
How dare you! We'll show you! Tomorrow! Maybe not tomorrow. Definitely not tomorrow in fact. Thursday? Hmm, Thursday still seems a bit soon. Friday! We'll show you on Friday. Then who'll be laughing?
My Brain:
Well, seeing as you guys have spent all of this afternoon screaming and whingeing...
My Thighs:
It was just to check that you were still connected to us. It's been a while since we heard from you.
My Brain:
I've been distracted. Had a holiday to plan, an illness to fight off, and beers to befuddle myself with.
My Thighs:
Hold on a sec. You mean the whole lying on the beach and getting a tan thing was only temporary?! We were in it for the long haul.
My Brain:
So I can tell today...
My Thighs:
Why, if we weren't hurting so much, we'd come up there and hit you on the, erm, cortex.
My Brain:
Just you try it. In fact, as punishment for even thinking about it, there will be further gym tomorrow. How'd you like them apples?!
About
Londoner, thinking and writing far too much about far too many random things. Wannabe photo-/videographer of my life. More likely to be found propping up a bar somewhere.
