At the beginning of this year i promised myself this would be the year to become healthy, i swore off smash and promised that i would run every day. So far i have learned to make potatoes taste like smash and have power walked twice, with a little less 'power' than expected. Now being unashamedly awkward i refuse to do this and possibly look people in the eye, so i popped on my sunglasses, did my usual few laps and went to leave, convincing myself that Usain Bolt has the very same routine. Leaving was the awkward part...
Mid stride i was stopped by a regular guy, late 30's, who i assumed needed directions or just a chat. No, no, no. Instead he asked for my autograph. As much as i loved this and genuinely basked in the moments glory i literally had no idea who he thought i was. Should i have smiled and explained that i am not who he thinks i am, or asked him 'Who do i sign it to?' So for today i did the first, i smiled and powered off, him telling me "maybe some other time" (probably seeing as from now on i will be waiting at the same place to sign anything he has to offer).
Dhiann x
Dhiann x