Today Terry and I didn’t have time to go to the gym, so I decided to do my bit for the ol’ waistline by going out for a run around the streets of the neighbourhood.
Within ten minutes of leaving the house I was invited to “get my boobies out”. About thirty seconds later I was called a “ho” (No, I didn’t obey the first command, in case you’re wondering if that was why…). And OK, both of these comments came from pre-teens, but seriously: the fact that I can’t even go for a
walk run within a few hundred metres of my own front door without being verbally abused by kids who clearly aren’t mature enough to be allowed out in public without a minder is pretty disgusting to me. Seriously.
On the plus side, though, at least I can give up running now.