As I mentioned several months ago, the Mistress has signed herself up (with some of her friends) for
the Walk the Walk marathon ie walking the 26 plus miles in a bra at night time. In London.
The event takes place on Saturday 20 May and the organisers are still looking for volunteers
(www.walkthewalk.org). Surprise, surprise, dogs are verboten
so the Mistress can't take me. I think it's an oversight; who's going to be bothered by a few canine
companions?!
The Mistress and her chums have started training - and what a laugh it has been. Not. One of the Mistress's
friends has declared that she wants to do the marathon solo - she's a super fit girl who's going to lick most
participants and maybe she realises that the Mistress and her gang would only hold her back.
We're about six/seven weeks away from the event and already the Mistress is giving herself (and her other half
and ME) a hard time. The super fit girl is up to 14 miles at least, the best friend is up to 12 miles while
the Mistress has roped in another pal to keep us company. Today we managed 10 miles.
We took in Hyde Park, Kensington Gardens, Sloane Square, Chelsea Bridge, Victoria, Buckingham Palace, Big Ben,
The London Eye, Horseguard's Parade, St James's Park, Green Park, Hyde Park Corner, Harvey Nicks (come on, a
girl likes to window shop) and...home!
The Mistress felt relatively pleased (remember it's only three weeks since surgery) until she got home. It
seems, although they thought we'd done 12 miles - AT LEAST - it was closer to...10!
The Mistress's other half bought The Sunday Times, amongst other newspapers, and he showed her his ideal
holiday. Rome. Fair enough; they went last year and loved it. But Rome...not by night, not by archaeological
era, not by shops, not by restaurants or hotels... but...by jogging
(www.sightjogging.it). I wish I were joking! I told you she was
detoxing and now he is. So taking it to its logical conclusion, he said he wanted to revisit his favourite
place - top, top food, fabulous wine and even better weather - but realises everything has its price. So this
time....sight seeing...at a speedier pace. He wants Roman indulgence without the guilt!
I think she was ready to smack him, having pounded the streets of London for more than three hours.
Needless to say, the Mistress's friend and I lay on the sofa together to enjoy the post-10 mile high!
Or should that be...10 mile annihilation?!
So, will they be jogging round the eternal city? My money's on no - not a chance - but who knows...watch
this space. When in Rome...
Woof Woof
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