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So, I have a small issue... maybe could turn into a big one.
Oh yeah? What is this issue?
Well, you know that Michael and I have been talking a lot lately.
Yeah! You guys are so cute together!
Well, I may have screwed that all up with one word.
What? How?
Well, he is an avid runner. I mean is seriously dedicated to running.
Okay...
I've been to the gym with him a couple of times and he gets on the treadmill and literally
on there for an hour.
Yikes. That's a lot of running. What do you do the whole time?
Well, he wears his headphones the whole time which I'm thankful for because of two reasons.
One: he can't hear me huffing and puffing as I struggle to desperately gasp for air.
And two: he is usually watching a show that he uses to focus, so while he watches it,
I slow my treadmill down to a crawl and watch for commercial breaks to speed it back up.
So now he thinks I'm this amazing runner.
(laughing) Can I come next time? This would be so entertaining to see in person!
No! It's hard enough to struggle through with just him watching me! Anyways, I was stupid
enough to ask him why he hit the treadmill so hard, I mean it's not like he needs to
lose weight or anything.
Uh oh.... what'd he say.
Uh oh is right. He said that he was training for a marathon where proceeds went to charity.
Then the most dreadful thing happened.
You fell?
No, he started explaining about how important this run was to him and his family because
of an uncle that he had with a disease that the charity donates to. It was such a touching
story.
That's not so bad.
Yeah, not until he asked me to run as well.
You said no right?
How could I?!?
How long do you have to train?
It's in three days....
Ugh you're going to die. You better tell him you can't run before he has to drag you through
the race.
I think I'll just break my ankle... or you could... just do it now. Ready go.
You're insane.