BOY. I SAY BOY.... AWAY AND.......YOURSELF

I KNOW I have an ungainly and awkward style of running. I’ve seen the pictures!

I know I stick my chest out when running (“shoulders back, chest out – lovely boy”).

What I didn’t know – or indeed need to know is that I run like “Foghorn Leghorn”.

I now know this as the fact was brought to my attention loudly by what I assumed to be the matriarch of a large family of weegie benefit scum out for an “alfresco” Greggs picnic along by the banks of the majestic Clyde. Even though I was a bit out of breath (6:30 pace) I did manage to suggest that they may wish to consider the twin pursuits of travel and fornication…..

Oh how I love the weegie banter!