Lame

I threw on my running shoes yesterday and cruised down to Hyde Park for a run. I made it about six centimeters before collapsing. It was awesome.

I got home and decided there must be something to it. I mean, I’m not that lame. Like…umm…well…we…um…we…must be at a way higher altitude here. Ya! That’s it! We’re on a tiny, flat island, but we’re totally high up. Makes perfect sense. That’s why I could barely breathe.

Unfortunately I’m too smart for my own good. I looked it up. I was wrong.

World: 1
Me: 0

Then I decided to use only the stairs in the tube stations for the rest of the day (has anyone else noticed that no one uses the stairs here?).

Mistake.

I hurt.