Monday, April 30, 2012
So I'm Not an Ironman...
He made me bleed. And btw, he does not run my pace. He had a full on catch up conversation about the last 7 years since we've seen each other while I provided one or two word answers or questions in return.
He left me at the last mile to "get his heart rate up" and I found him at the end like 10 minutes later, doing freaking push ups.
I kinda wish my job was to be in tip top shape. But then, I couldn't sit on my ass all day at the office, and I'd have to put my life on the line, so, nevermind.