Lately it has been warm enough that I don't need to bundle up and look like the Michelin man when I go on a jog which is thrilling to me. The ground here is perfect for running as it is one big sponge. Whenever I feel lazy which is often especially when I am running by myself I make up games that would necessitate me running faster such as pretending that the women way ahead of me has OHMYGOD A BOMB IN HER BABY CARRiAGE INSTEAD OF HER PRECIOUS LITTLE ONE (caps are used because of the severity of the sitcuation) and I am the only one who knows. I bolt, dodging combing out of peoples way without even a "excuse me", heart thumping just like the bomb catching up to her only to realize by that I have been misinformed (I can't even follow directions in my fake scenerios) and it is actually the mans parcel A STREET AHEAD that has the bomb and it's starting to tick!
In my imagination I have saved Edinburgh many times over.
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Same thing happens to me except I'm not running but sitting on the couch and the bomb isn't in the carriage ahead of me but in one of the many remote controls so I have to turn the TV on to Sportcenter before it goes off...
I have similar experiences, except it is when I am shopping, and I have to buy those cute flats because...well, because I want them.
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