Gabbo and I attended a Girl Talk concert in town last Thursday. We polished off a plastic bottle of whiskey like high schoolers before prom and proceeded to "freak" like two people who had just been released for good behavior. I can't say I remember every second of it, suffice to say that Mr. Gillis did play "Juicy" but over the top of Iron Maiden or something like that. Who cares? It was some fine dancing, to be sure.
60 miles on the week in 6 runs, with 2.5 hours of strength training. Another long lap around the hilly rich people neighborhood in toledo. More weird, quasi-shit talking from the old people who walk around there.
As I check my watch for HR after a climb:
Old Guy: "Whoa whoa there! You're in no hurry! You got all day! What's the rush?"
Me: (Laughs, slightly out of breath) "oh ya know, things to see, people to do"
OG: (in a serious tone) "It's not all about time, remember" (NOTE: fair enough, dude)
Me: "I was just checking my heart rate. No big deal."
I sped away. Old people are weird. About 10 minutes later, a lady goes "isn't it a little cold for shorts?" (it was in the 40F's) and i said "well not when you've been running outside everyday all winter long!" and under her old ass breath she goes "well if it's cold it's cold." or something like that.
Why do people try to have a conversation with me while I run? Isn't it cool enough to just go "Hey." or "G'morning" or "Lovely weather" or something like that. I'm all for acknowledging my fellow human being, but I don't really feel like playing 20 questions while bombing down a hill covered in ice. LET'S KEEP IT SHORT AND SWEET, OLD PEOPLE!
In an unrelated note:
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