I Hate Rest Days!

What are you supposed to do to pass the time when you don’t run? I’m having the night off and I’m so bored!

I tried watching Hollyoaks for the first time in a couple weeks. That’s not improved. Justin is now snogging (and a little bit more) Nancy, who is married to Jake, who was married to Nancy’s sister Becca, who left Jake for the then schoolboy Justin that she was teaching. Justin is also the father of Becca’s baby, but, with Becca now being dead, Nancy has been bringing up little Charlie with her Husband Jake, who thought he was the father. I’m not making this up. It’s ridiculous! As if that’s not bad enough, Nancy, who has dyed her hair red to show that she is now free from Jake, was wearing the most ridiculously old fashioned pink cardigan …yep! red hair, pink cardigan… nice!

Then, I turned over to BBC 2 and, ah, a bit of class. Mastermind. I don’t really want to tell you about this programme but, “…I’ve started so I’ll finish!” Very clever people those contestants, but they really should get a life. I think I got three questions right. The answers were, The Derby, Monarch Of The Glen and Waterloo Road. I know my strengths, and anything that requires being remotely studious, I won’t know! The best bit of the show, other than the interesting curtains that the eventual winner was wearing, was the penalty shoot out at the end. I’ve never seen this before. An exact tie between two contestants “23 points and no passes” or something similar. One had to leave the room whilst the first answered the questions. Then the other came back to answer the same questions. I got all 5 right the second time!

Then came those famous words, “can we watch Eastenders?”. The we being Mrs pacepusher and friend (friend/hairdresser who is cutting her hair). The threat of a return to the soap tonight by Ricky and Bianca left me with no choice but to run away to the sanctuary of the study and my PC. Upon when I realised that Mrs pacepusher was sitting on the desk chair to have said haircut. Thus, I have typed this in a strange squatting position, usually demonstrated only by natives of Vietnam!

The only reason I didn’t move off the sofa sooner was that I had just eaten too much dinner. Why? Because the best thing to do when you can’t run is eat and drink. It’s the only satisfying way to fill the boredom. Well, that and writing up your running blog when you haven’t even run!