I started with a jog - not through choice - but I didn't have the excess energy to argue with my friend as she rang on the doorbell this morning. I felt like the female version of Simon Pegg in Run Fat Boy Run - and I was only trying to get to the end of the road a mere eyelash compared to a marathon. Shudder. I am so impressed by the people I know who are doing it this weekend... I unfortunately wrote a book called How To Walk In High Heels so can only imagine some sparky PR suggesting I do it in heels. NO.
All the Single Ladies - all 100 of them. Well Eros can't have known where to look let alone fire.
