I got jealous of a woman at the gym today. No, she wasn’t incredibly good-looking or slim or anything like that. She wasn’t even pretty. Not at all. But boy, could she run. She ran six miles like it was nothing. Without headphones. Just the sound of her breathing to keep her company. I was awed.
Then I went to Marshalls and bought some pants. The look queer, that’s what husband says, so I have to bring them back. You know its bad when husband laughs and says “those are totally queer” but then, I had an uplifting moment when he followed that up with “they are too big!” Yippee!!! Too big!! I love too big!
But seriously though, that woman could run.
