Don't wolf whistle at me!

Miles I was supposed to run: 7

Miles I actually ran: 5

Feeling a bit tired today, as it's getting towards the end of the week, only managed to persuade myself to go out of the house for 5 miles, nothing more.

When I was nearly home a pair of "youths" in a blacked out Polo with lowered suspension started having out the car window to wolf whistle at me.

I carried on listening to my music, and ignored them, but in my head I imagined that I turned round and shouted; 

"I know I look awesome, you don't need to tell me. I am also a person, not a piece of meat. I don't need, nor am I seeking your approval. Grow up and go away.

I could totally out run you, and probably your stupid car as well."

I imagined that they would apologise and shuffle off, while I was completely vindicated. 

I then carried on planning my outfit for my fancy meal out on Saturday in my head. 

Stupid boys.