By the light of the moon
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It might be the endorphins speaking, but I think running by the light of a massive moon might be one of the best things of November so far.
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It might be the endorphins speaking, but I think running by the light of a massive moon might be one of the best things of November so far.
She's just hanging out, behind the tills at New Look. Y'know, naked. Jeez, what's the big deal?
Imagine you'd just spent an hour being mind blown thanks to a man in a three piece suit reading your actual mind (albeit with occasional explanations as to how he did it). And then you went down 33 spiral steps, unlocked the door to the loo, and were greeted with this. It was lucky there was a toilet there.
Today I paid a man to watch me run, and take notes from behind my ass, whilst I pretended I was yawning on the treadmill and not gasping for breath. Totally carried it off, btw.
Then I paid him to prod my glutes, in order to diagnose that the largest muscle in my body doesn't really pull its weight. In fact it doesn't pull any amount of weight.
Then I paid him to tell me that it was bad that I didn't eat vegetables, and bad that I didn't eat eggs. He convinced me that I should spend an evening cooking loads of different types of eggs, in order to find some I didn't find vomit-inducing. Ditto, vegetables. He said it was ok if I just covered them in chilli.
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking I must be richer than my wildest 14 year old dreams in order to spend money on something like that.
Oh, 14 year old self. If only you knew.
Untouched by any fancy iPhone app. It was only there for a second, but it reminded me that there's life outside of work.
