Rambunctious makes for a great descriptive word for Chutney. All that energy that exists underneath all that honey is deceptive. Work is across the road from the gym so, I have resorted to leaving my workout shoes in a locker in a sad bid to motivate myself to work out more often. The little mind game worked. Gym happens with more frequency than my body shows.
Perfect, except I lack a pair of shoes to potter about in for activities of weekend warrior nature – cycling in Ubin, a jog around the neighbourhood with Chutney.
With the GSS in full force, I reckon that all and sundry were looking for a pair of runners too. The first #299 stores stocked shoes for long lost relatives of Big Foot. Number #300 was not lucky for me, the shoes were painfully made for the blind. As I walked into #301, NG abandoned me for the leather shoes and I ventured into the bright lights of the sports section. Read the rest of this entry »
