Day 2
Ran a shorter route - 2 kilometers instead of the 2.5 yesterday.
It felt hard. Then I realised I was running on the main road and on tar instead
of block paving. It feels a lot harder on the feet let me tell you. I felt like
giving up soooooo many times. Today I decided to set a new challenge for
myself. Run every day for 30 days. It
will be interesting to see if I get through it!
Noticed 2 black teenage boys no more than 16 or 17 were harassing
female joggers by making comments as they ran past. All my fellow Brits were going red and crossing the road to get away from these 2 teenage terrors. The two young twerps were right across the
road at the Zebra crossing and my route would take me over the aforesaid Zebra
crossing to run right past them. They were already whistling at me on the other side
of the road. At first I wasn’t going to cross there but then again, I have not
raised a 21 yr old son by backing down from tough challenges. Rubbish!
As I came up to them, I gave them my best African mother
patented glare. It said “I don’t care if you call yourself Dushawn or Derek or Deduval – I can recognise a Nigerian kid. Your real name is Dele and I will first give you a tongue-lashing in front of your West Indian friend and then drag you by that foolish ear
back to your mother’s house! There you’ll find that old truth – all Nigerians
are related! She and I will discover I am her 5th cousin 10 times
removed and I am actually your AUNTY! FOOLISH BOY!”.
The glare worked, both boys ducked their
heads and politely moved out of the path. When I turned back to look at them, I
noticed they had left their harassment spot and were crossing over to the other
side of the road.
My entertainment for the day over, I crawled into the house at the end of the run and collapsed in a heap at my front door! LOL
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