Had such a brilliant earlier evening with the hubster.
Watching the European Athletics on the old television with him, I roped him into doing some running with me. On the spot of course. We do the warm-up with the runners, set ourselves in dummy blocks and when the gun goes, we’re off!
He really got into the swing of it. We were doing the 800m.
“Coming over,” he shouts out, moving towards me.
“Elbows,” I respond, flapping them like a chicken to remove him from my spot.
“Elbows,” he responds, equally flapping and moving me out the way.
We did alright, came in 1st and 2nd.
Next, I had a go at the high jump. Flinging myself onto the settee/couch. Performing my best Fosbury Flop, or should that be plop?! Pretty happy with my performance, and satisfied my expertise rests with the running.
Honestly, if the neighbours were strolling past our front window they’d be wondering what the blazes we are up to.
Went to find out about the Fosbury Flop. Found this little video on Youtube.