The Giant Boobie Blog

It's been a weekend of good running, managing to get out to my running club's monthly 5km - it's still a little odd to think I've joined a running club, but these guys and gals are amongst the friendliest bunch of lunatics you can ever meet... http://www.knowsleyharriers.com/

So, a good 5k, my sixth fastest ever...

Liverpool has a couple of very good 10ks, the Mad Dog up in Southport and the Spring 10k.  A flattish, fastish 10k with excellent organisation and a decent t-shirt, medal and goody bag... complete with a tin of salmon... Not sure why, but hey ho, its protein!

And so on to the giant boobies...

In my runs I've; tangled with Chinese Dragons in Manchester, been tripped up by a banana, been given a dead leg by a dog, chased someone carrying a Angel of the North made out of 4 by 2, been overtaken by a 9' foam nurse and was almost given a horn enema by someone running the London Marathon as a rhino.

Today, however, was the first time I've been sideswiped by a giant boobie... and then almost ran in to the back of another one... The Cop A Feel running boobies are giant boobs, worn like a rucksack and they tend to sway from side to side as the runner carrying them runs...

Which is fine when you know that's what has sideswiped you, that momentary distraction of something cold, mildly fluffy and yielding bumps into your side is an unusual feeling until you can work out what its is...

And despite the obvious distraction it was my 8th fastest 10k.

So all in a good weekend of running, boobs and tins of salmon... next week is back to work, which takes me away and the challenge that running when shacked up in a hotel brings...

TTFN

Paul

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