I was on the treadmill, in the groove, 5 kms down, iPod up loud enough to drown out any other sound (though weirdly, playing Leo Sayer) and then I lost my footing and tumbled and everyone was watching. And as I fell I just caught the look of disdain from the giselle next to me with the little tiny shorts and legs up to her armpits. And then with a shudder, I woke up. I am dreaming about the freakin’ run! Perhaps most distrubing is that George was sitting up on the pillow above me and I swear he looked at me with the same expression as giselle girl.
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