It is not impressive nor does it make your dick bigger to speed up when I'm about to pass you, maintain that speed for about 2 minutes before dying and slowing down, allowing me to be able to catch you again and repeat the process. It is especially creepy when you audibly coax yourself - yes I have ear buds in but I'm not deaf to your breathless chants, especially when I am the main character. We are not in a race. You'll notice I am breathing comfortably at my 8:10 min/mile pace while you gasp for every breath. If we were in a race, I'd be about 45 seconds faster and so far out of your league you could only dream of using me as your pacer.
*Rolls eyes*
9.1 miles in 1:13:42 (8:06 min/mile)
2 comments:
Oh my gosh that is too funny. I've had similar incidents at the gym.I love your blog by the way!
DUDE. Who are these guys? Are they everywhere? Just Central Park? I am fed up!!
Pass me once, shame on me, pass me twice before slowing to a halt only to double over panting while I leave your sorry, egotistical ass in the dust - shame on YOU.
and I'm not even that fast. I would love to see the aftermath of a run-off between Senor Douche and EBank.
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