Long time no type, but after my last jogging experience I needed some time off... like a long long time off. So I hid my takkies where my partner could not find them, concocted a fearsome story as to how I had been mugged by a tribe of leather eating widgets who stole my running shoes, and settled back into my sedentary lifestyle again.
Now, I have to tell you about my woman. She is petite, gentle, loving and caring. Alas she is also TENACIOUS... like extremely tenacious when she has set her sights on achieving a goal, or changing the world... or as in this case ... changing me. More specifically my sedentary lifestyle and my carelessly constructed physique profile... from fat to flat !!!
It started with a small heart shaped note on my pillow...'You are invited to an intimate breakfast for two. Be ready at 07h00, and wear shoes...... Your Lover'... Now three words caught my eye immediately.. Intimate.. my heart leaped, my blood pressure rose... Breakfast... I started salivating... shoes... my jaw dropped and my toes cringed. SHOES?? She knows I don't wear shoes. I reread the note, turned it over , sniffed it... checked the handwriting again. Looked and smelt authentic. At this stage I started getting mildly anxious.... but decided to focus on the positive.. intimate and breakfast in the same sentence. With visions of body chocolate and featherbeds drifting in and out of my mind like metronome clouds I climbed into bed and fell fast asleep.
It was still dark when I was rudely awakened by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I glanced at the clock as I reached for the phone... 06h30. Who was disturbing my beauty sleep at this ungodly hour ? " What?" I growled into the phone speaker. My sweet ladies voice suddenly reminded me that I had an appointment at 07h00. Suitably chastened, I told her I would fetch her at 07h00... and yes, I would be wearing shoes. Rolling off the bed, I stumbled to the kitchen for my caffeine fix, treading on the cat's tail as I went.....