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yet again i do this 400
- Thread starter otepsoul
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LOL
reminds me of the other day...was out running and this dude comes up jogging behind me and I wanted to see if my training was paying off so i stepped it up a notch. Well he was like super taller then me so each one of his steps was two of mine, so i had to work twice as hard and he could tell I was kind of racing him... then I don't know..the passion of racing took over. So I was pushing myself trying to keep up with this guy... and somehow, somewhere I was like SCREW this... so i just took off.. not really a sprint... I want to just die... every muscle in my leg was hurting the big hill from hell was coming up... but the thought of the guy behind me just made me keep pushing lol...
I made it to the top of the hell and around the corner to where i normaly stop and do my cool down... and strech.
He comes up and goes I never been out ran by a girl before...
Made my day.
He was a pretty nice guy... a little to cocky for my liking... but hey.
reminds me of the other day...was out running and this dude comes up jogging behind me and I wanted to see if my training was paying off so i stepped it up a notch. Well he was like super taller then me so each one of his steps was two of mine, so i had to work twice as hard and he could tell I was kind of racing him... then I don't know..the passion of racing took over. So I was pushing myself trying to keep up with this guy... and somehow, somewhere I was like SCREW this... so i just took off.. not really a sprint... I want to just die... every muscle in my leg was hurting the big hill from hell was coming up... but the thought of the guy behind me just made me keep pushing lol...
I made it to the top of the hell and around the corner to where i normaly stop and do my cool down... and strech.
He comes up and goes I never been out ran by a girl before...
Made my day.
He was a pretty nice guy... a little to cocky for my liking... but hey.
Late shift? There's an entire world of people who work evenings/nights.
So we don't see the world as others do. When most are peacefully sleeping, we're living our lives.
She had inventory, she had to count everything in the restaurant, including dishes, silver etc...does it every Sunday, it's sucks. But yea, we have a good arraingment
Night time, when everything feels so right to me...
So we don't see the world as others do. When most are peacefully sleeping, we're living our lives.
She had inventory, she had to count everything in the restaurant, including dishes, silver etc...does it every Sunday, it's sucks. But yea, we have a good arraingment
Night time, when everything feels so right to me...
GottaHurt said:
Late shift? There's an entire world of people who work evenings/nights.
So we don't see the world as others do. When most are peacefully sleeping, we're living our lives.
She had inventory, she had to count everything in the restaurant, including dishes, silver etc...does it every Sunday, it's sucks. But yea, we have a good arraingment Night time, when everything feels so right to me...
So we don't see the world as others do. When most are peacefully sleeping, we're living our lives.
She had inventory, she had to count everything in the restaurant, including dishes, silver etc...does it every Sunday, it's sucks. But yea, we have a good arraingment
Night time, when everything feels so right to me...
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