nail-Z
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I've recently taken it upon myself to get a bit fitter and have started jogging.
When out jogging this evening, minding my own business, I noticed another jogger heading towards me. This other jogger was a lady who, let's say, was rather gifted in the breast department.
Being a relative newbie to this jogging lark I still get a bit self concious so I made an effort to pick up the pace a little, so I could majestically whoosh past in an impressive fashion.
What ACTUALLY happened was, during my approach, I turned my ankle rolled over about 3 times coming to rest on someone's lawn in a painful and overweight heap.
I did all I could to pretend I was OK and refuse the offers of help from the other jogger. I limped home feeling an even bigger tit that those I had seen earlier, and now my ankle is as swollen as feck.

When out jogging this evening, minding my own business, I noticed another jogger heading towards me. This other jogger was a lady who, let's say, was rather gifted in the breast department.
Being a relative newbie to this jogging lark I still get a bit self concious so I made an effort to pick up the pace a little, so I could majestically whoosh past in an impressive fashion.
What ACTUALLY happened was, during my approach, I turned my ankle rolled over about 3 times coming to rest on someone's lawn in a painful and overweight heap.
I did all I could to pretend I was OK and refuse the offers of help from the other jogger. I limped home feeling an even bigger tit that those I had seen earlier, and now my ankle is as swollen as feck.
