They say you shouldn’t run before you can walk. I don’t know what possessed me to go running with Julie this morning
- I have to go home Julie
- What? We’re not even at the top of the road Bernie
- I can’t do it, I’m sweating, and I’ve a pain in me chest
- You’ll be grand, come on we’ll just jog slowly
- That’s what I was doing Julie, and I’m not grand
- Give it a chance, look , we’ll walk for a few minutes
- I can’t Julie, I really have to go home
- Jesus Bernie,we’re only running like less than five minutes
- I don’t care, I said I HAVE TO GO HOME
- What the fuck is wrong with you? This was your idea you know. I was happy enough just walking, it was you who said ‘lets run Julie’
- I’m done running, lets go
- Oh for fuck sake come on then. What’s the big rush to get home?
- I’ve wet me knickers o.k.!!!
Bitch thought it was hilarious. Anyway by the time I got home to shower and change, I’d lost interest in running, or even walking for that matter. My bladder has got a lot to answer for…
Diary of a Dublin Housewife 
It’s the having children does it, that’s what my doctor says.
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This bitch thought it was hilarious too. Laughed so hard I almost wet myself.
Almost.
Don’t feel too bad: I can’t run either. It makes me crave a smoke like you wouldn’t believe, and I quit like 15 years ago.
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I would have lost interest too. This post reinforces that there will be no running in my future. Not fun at all. Weekends In Maine
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If it makes you feel better last evening I had to abandon my treadmill in just 20 mins as I could barely control myself . I hoped I wouldn’t meet anyone in the lift as I went up 23 floors with the stain in my dark trainers getting bigger by the second. Perhaps I’ll start wearing diapers when I workout
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