Ok, time for an update. I know you have all been waiting with bated breath for news of Sunday’s run with the uber-fit Pam (#possiblyslightlydelusional) so I shall make you wait no longer.
*Anticipates yelps of delight*…
Well I’m going to update you anyway. So, I was ready and waiting at 10am, feeling pretty snazzy in my new Davina for Next gear. Have finally got to grips with the elastic laces on the trainers by the way, but think I would probably still prefer normal ones.
10:10 the doorbell rings. And there is barking. Barking?
It would appear Pam’s very gorgeous, and extremely lively, dog Monty is running with us. Monty is an exquisite jet-black Lab/Weimaraner cross who appears to have just imbibed an entire crate of Red Bull.
“Great!” I manage to mumble. Holy crap I was worried about keeping up with Pam but I have NO HOPE with this turbo-boosted hound extraordinaire. Still, I grit my teeth, say a quick Hail Mary that I won’t die of a heart attack/sprain an ankle/break a leg, and off we go.
I have not seen Pam properly for ages and for the first five minutes or so we catch up. Then I have a clear choice. Keep running or keep talking. Can’t do both. We plough on, at quite a pace, in silence with conversation now down to utter necessity.
Pam: “Shall we go this way?”
Me: “Mmm.” *Can barely even nod*
Pam: “You ok?”
Me: “M.” *Can no longer nod*
Then, like a miracle, Monty comes to my rescue and stops for a poo. PHEW. I get about a minutes rest while this is done, and hastily bagged up by Pam, and then off we go again approaching the park. By now I am beginning to feel like my legs are made of lead.
But wait, miracle number two. Monty spots, and cannot resist joining in with, a school-league game of footy heading straight for the ball. This affords me another 40 second respite while Pammy intervenes and drags him back, carefully avoiding the oh-so tempting picnics laid out all around the pitch. Poor Monty.
We eventually approach home.
Pam: “How far do you reckon that was?”
Me: “5K. Has to be 5K”
Pam: *Laughs* “I’m guessing 3K. Look let’s finish at the top of that hill. You’re crap at hills. It will be good practice.”
Me: *Weeps* “Please Pam, nooooo, I caaaaaaannnnnnnnn’t.”
Pam: “Ok. Check your GPS. If it’s less than 3.5K we are doing that hill.”
Me: *Please God let it be more*….*Checks*…*Checks again in disbelief*…”5.45K”
Now for the bad news. She is dragging me out again tomorrow and I suspect I may have to do the hill.
On the plus side, she was very impressed by my new Davina for Next togs and I cannot believe that the trainers haven’t hurt my feet AT ALL.
If that wasn’t motivational enough for you, and I very much suspect that it wasn’t, let me hand you over to the delightful Davina for some EXCLUSIVE, that’s right you lucky things, advice…
Will keep you posted on my progress…assuming I survive tomorrow’s
For more information, or to purchase your very own Davina for Next gear click HERE for the trainers, and HERE for the racer-back vest and capri-pants.
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Disclosure: The lovely folks at Next have provided me with the Davina for Next clothing and trainers free of charge for the purpose of this review, however, all views expressed are mine alone.