My cousin is currently in Latvia as part of an exchange programme. She's already been out there for a few weeks, but she came back the other day to celebrate her birthday here, as it unfortunately fell while she was away. Tomorrow she leaves again for about two months. I only get to see her every 2 or 3 months anyway, so although I'll obviously worry about her it won't affect me too much (I know that sounds horrible but I don't mean it in a derogatory way). I expect her immediate family will have a harder time of it so we in the other family branch are here if they need us.
Anyway, for her birthday we had a party with her friends and family, which I am very thankful for, and not only because I got to see her again and marvel at her sister's very floral tights (they looked a bit like this). I am also thankful because I had an epiphany on the way there.
I travelled there straight from work and got changed out of my uniform in the train toilet. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realised properly for the first time that I am starting to resemble a blobfish. This probably wasn't helped by the uniform trousers, but that can't be helped. On the spot I decided that something must be done, a decision which today found me in Sports Direct buying various jogging paraphernalia which I don't already own, such as trackie bottoms, and a polo shirt.
Cost-wise it would probably be cheaper to get gym membership than how much I spent on the new outfit, but in the long run I'll be the one laughing; besides, I would rather run about on my own in the early morning than have a bunch of muscle-bound gym-nuts poking my soft places and exclaiming that I've let myself go.
My first jogging expedition begins at roughly 6 tomorrow morning, so I'm off to bed soon. Wish me luck!
Blogged to the sound of: Fire Like This, Blood Red Shoes.
