After a couple late afternoon rounds of gin and prosecco, I found my way to Grandpa at our favourite bar, Scoozi’s.
I told him about the Mud, Sweat and Tears 12km obstacle course I am doing, and I enlisted in his help as my coach. On that note, we walked home from the bar instead of taking a taxi.
It wasn’t much longer we had a couple Big Mac combo’s sitting in front of us. I felt a little overdressed in my favourite dress, but probably not as out of place as I’ll feel on the obstacle track.