Shep got me to run around the hoe last night. A proper run, not for a bus/train/taxi.
I have posh gym trousers from Elle, leftover from the personal trainer era. They are much too big now.
I am still wearing the limited edition embroidered nike air rifts. Shep is concerned I will wreck them and prescribes different sneakers for me to wear. I am v fussy about trianers. No, actually I HATE them. But I might look on the nike site and see whats what.
Tonight I’m inflating the gym ball thing I’ve got and probably laughing alot at Shep and I falling off it.
Edit: Shep isn’t v good at ballancing on the ball. I manage ok.