The need to look good while running just went a notch higher.
Running, just when me and Chi were talking about being able to greet someone good morning without losing our rhythm, I meet someone from the past. Let's name him Fortune Cookie and stop there. We never met him again in the same route and I think that's fine.
Last week while trying an uphill route, a guy riding a bike passes us by and says my name. Surprise! I had to catch my breath to say "Hey! Good morning!" I wanted it to sound as effortless as I could but I failed. It was an uphill route, what did he expect.
Instead of turning around, we pushed the uphill road anyway. I swear, if I see any of those shitheads from my past, I swear I'll flip. (Forgive the language, I mean this in the sweetest way possible, I love these men, don't get me wrong.) I just find it irritating that they see me at a very unattractive state. I was hoping they could see me when I'm looking hot and poised.
This isn't what I hoped for. But it was funny. It still is.
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