this is really pathetic but i met a girl at the gym last week while running on the gym. i ran my normal 5 miles and kept following this gorgeous creature. i say to myself “i’ll keep running until she stops.” The problem is i picked a a girl who seems to be able to really run. I lose track after the next few miles and she finally stops. A few times she starts sprinting and i figure i have to keep up. This is nature at it’s finest. The dangling carrot and alice in chains help me run a 10k on a 10th mile track.
i collapse on the ground and feign stretching wondering if this is the normal feeling you have before a heart attack. i stretch my poor owned muscles and as she walks past me i apologize for pacing myself off of her. i explain i usually only get those last few miles if i have the help of someone. and honestly this is true, it’s just not always a attractive female. i’m not flirting, just apologizing.
we talk for a few minutes, she’s not from here, runs 4 times a week, needs a running partner. i say “sure, same time next week?”. we agree.
since then i’ve been pushing myself as hard as possible running and biking. it’s taking me less then 6 minutes to get to work now and i almost puked today on the tredmill. i think i am ready.
i’ve never really ran with anyone before. running has always been a solitude masochist experience for me. just the music and all my self hatred and optimism. i’m honestly a little worried since i’m a smoker that making any kind of small talk is going to be more difficult for me….
in other social experiences i have with women i have my best friend there with me. this will not be true tomorrow. there are no illicit substances available to make me look more attractive.
and damn do i need a haircut.
it’s comforting to know that if she even remembers to meet me, there’s no way she’s been writing on her website about me. so i’m already a loser.
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