esoxlucius
Active Member
Maybe two or three times a year an old group of friends of mine get together for a catch up. They're all sedentary, none of them exercise regularly and some are on the overweight side, and I always get a ribbing about my lycra clad escapades.
The other weekend we'd all got together in one of the lads sheds which he's turned into a bar, and afterwards we nipped down to the local pub. However, it started hammering it down when we set off and so we all started running. It was only a half kilometer to the pub. I got their first, fresh as a daisy, though still wet through.
The others came through the pub door sometime later looking the worse for wear and cursing considerably.
The moral of the story is, if you want to get to the pub before your mates in the pissing rain, ride a bike! Lol.
The other weekend we'd all got together in one of the lads sheds which he's turned into a bar, and afterwards we nipped down to the local pub. However, it started hammering it down when we set off and so we all started running. It was only a half kilometer to the pub. I got their first, fresh as a daisy, though still wet through.
The others came through the pub door sometime later looking the worse for wear and cursing considerably.
The moral of the story is, if you want to get to the pub before your mates in the pissing rain, ride a bike! Lol.