Got to the gym around 2, did intervals, and then set a pace (which sounds very professional, but in fact was me running comfortably slow, lol) and ran to a few songs.
I was doing great, getting a little dizzy from going around and around and around the little track, then I decided to have some fun.
See there was this older gentleman who looked an awful lot like Dick Cheney.
Not Dick Cheney. That Google search was way too frightening.
Here's a kitten instead.
He kept trying to pass me while walking, he succeeded a few times too. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to sprint my last few laps. Nothing like showing Mr. Cheney who is boss. (Yes, I was having an imaginary competition with the former Vice President. Even I'm calling myself bonkers now.)
I'm doing pretty well at the end of the first lap...the music picks up pace, I start sprinting again, pass Cheney, and then almost die. No, not because Cheney shot me in the face, but because apparently slow and steady does win the race and fast and irratic makes you almost vomit and look like an arse infront of Dick Cheney. Who then smirks at you like the hyper competitve weirdo you are.
Have some fun on your run guys!
You're right, the kitten is way better. And I'm glad you didn't get shot in the face.
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