Zach was going running last night so I said I would go with him. He told me what our route would be around the neighborhood, and I didn’t think it sounded like that long of a run. I cheerfully put on my tennis shoes and chatted with Zach while we stretched.
Here’s what happened about a mile in:
E: I HAVE TO STOP.
Z: No you don’t. Just keep jogging.
E; ZACH I’M GOING TO DIE.
Z: No you won’t.
E: I’M GOING TO THROW UP.
Z: *chuckle
E: JUST LEAVE ME HERE!
Z: It’s getting dark, I’m not going to run ahead just keep jogging.
E: JUST LEAVE ME!
Z: *ignores me and pushes on my back to keep me moving
E: I’M GOING TO DIE!!!
Z: Please stop yelling.
You get the idea. And apparently this is what I looked like when we got back.
And yes I had already ripped off my sweaty shirt alright?!
9 comments:
I have made it my life long goal to run for only 4 reasons.
1. Running in the airport for your flight.
2. Running through sprinklers to your car.
3. Running to get the mail in the summer while not wearing shoes on the hot concrete.
4. Running away from bad men.
There are no other reasons to run.
You and I are definitely related.
I thought Zach had taken a picture of your dead body, except for the iron grip on your drink showed some life left in your body.
LOL to Zach "pushing your back" to help you along. I would need someone to put a harness on my torso and drag me.
"stop yelling" LOL. Could I follow you and Zach around and listen to your conversations?
That is hilarious! Remember when you went running at the Tempe house and you told Malia and she died of laughter! The good ol' days! Ha Ha
At first I thought I was looking at an Olympic track team member.
Caca why do attempt things you know your DNA will abort?
LOL! A similar expirience happened to me the other night! But I am really a loser, Craig was pushing bothe kids in the stroller, and I still couldn't keep up!
By the way, that was quite the can of worms you oppened on your last post! LOL!
Oh man. Yes. I wouldn't be so hard on yourself, though- I ran a marathon last year (the first one and the last one I will ever run) and I thought I was the shit when I could run 5 miles. Justin said he'd go running with me and I was sure I'd show him up. Well, he runs so freaking fast that I was dying after 1.2 miles. Then he called me a wuss. Although his knee hurt afterwards so I made fun of him for that.
So I think it's because you were running with a guy.
I only run to the bathroom, often. At 50 that's as good as it gets.
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