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Don’t know. But good on you for getting out there in the snow.
Going for a jog around the block also becomes an exercise in strategy: which area affords the most shade? Should you get up at 6am to avoid the sun? Or should you cover every inch of skin?
Nasty sun.
I’m not saying I’m right, but I’m right.
“Gonna go for a run, yeah. Gonna ace this no sweat.”
“OH WHY? *huff puff* WHYYYYY??”
“I DID IT! I’m so fit.”
These are the three stages of running one tends to go through. Arrogance plunging into despair, and euphoria when it’s all done. Rinse and repeat ad infinitum.
The word ‘cake’ comes from Scandinavia: in Swedish, ‘kaka’; in Danish, ‘kage’.
Back in the old days, cake used to mean a small round roll^. It was nothing like the delicious sugary treat we gobble down today. When refined sugar became mainstream, and icing was invented (in the 17th century), the modern-day cake was born.
Accused of uttering this callous exclamation, Marie Antoinette did not, in fact, say “Let them eat cake.” This quote first appeared in Jean-Jacques Rosseau’s ‘Confessions’, attributed to a ‘Great Princess’ who was actually fictional^. His book was written in 1762 when Marie Antoinette was 9 years old at the time.
Ridiculous. Of course you can. This oft-misquoted line should read: “A man cannot have his cake and eat his cake.” first written in a letter from Thomas, Duke of Norfolk, to Thomas Cromwell in 1538^.
It’s a bond of understanding. A bond of mutual recognition. Two people who resisted the siren call of the Comfy Chair and Netflix. Two people wheezing their way through the streets. Both enduring the uncomfortable jiggle of excess.
While some acknowledge it with a ‘Hi’, some with a nod, there are others who make no sign at all. This is probably because they’re so close to death that any interruption will make them stop running. NEVERTHELESS. The unspoken bond remains.
