|Not our street but one in Goa. I'd totally be a runner here though|
So, we went for a run today. My first in a VERY long time, and his first in a week or so. I went, fully prepared with playlist and app and looked up some stuff on the internet on the beginning runner. There's an ideal workout, where you run two minutes and walk one minute, over and over ten times.
By the end of it, I had done two kilometres, which I thought was pretty good.
He was having none of it.
"You can't just call yourself a runner because you strolled for a little while on the beach."
"Two kilometres!" I said, stung, "I did two kilometres, NOT COUNTING how much time it takes to get there and back home again. Plus, I ran. I think we should do this every day to get into the habit."
Meanwhile, I was thinking of the Delhi half-marathon in a couple of months, and how I should totally sign up. I was also imagining going to parties and people being all like, "Oh my god, you look so good!" and I'd be all modest and say, "I've been running."
"I bet you're thinking of running the marathon," he said, laughing.
Sometimes it kinda sucks when someone knows you that well.