and see my dying laughing, almost tripping,
I shall be listening to Bridget Jones's Diary on my ipod.
I love music, I really do, but I am so ADD that I can't listen to music while I run. Too many opportunities for my mind to wander, and I always end up thinking about how tired I am and how much I want to stop running. And how much I'd actually prefer a beer.
But I found that if I listen to some British chick lit, my runs are glorious, much fun, and v. good.
Because of this, I've also decided to add some of Bridget's phrases into my daily speak. Beginning now, I will be saying the following:
Mobile (pronounced mo-bile)
Hurrah!
v. good and non v. good
Flat, in reference to while I live
Inner Poise
Alcohol units
Fancy, as in "Fancy a snack?"