Going the Extra .2 Mile
The X-Man started my six-mile park perimeter run in the darkness this morning. I got an early start because my recurring nightmare—the one in which I forget to pack my tighty-whities for the traditional Kona Ironman underwear run and am forced to go with boxers—had brought a sudden and violent end to my well-deserved sleep.
As the sub-6:43 miles called for by my plan clicked by, I couldn’t help reflecting on my own personal journey from the heart of darkness of an empty club-scene lifestyle into the light and purity of being a multiple Ironman. Soon I came to a fork in the path. As I always do, I chose the option that does a zig and a zag and adds .2 miles to the loop. I don’t usually see others in this section of the path, as most people aren’t as motivated to go the extra mile—or, in this case, the extra .2.
But today I saw “Yellow Jog Bra,” as I like to call her, coming from the other direction. On top of having Jessi Stensland-type looks (but taller than my Tri-Goddess!), her running form is perfect and her pace is quite quick. And her body fat … I hate to speculate without pinching her stomach with my Skinfold Caliper, but it’s definitely within the X-Man’s target range. Unfortunately, Yellow Jog Bra had her usual escort: a wary-looking dude riding his poor-fitting hybrid bike alongside. This morning, though, I noticed it wasn’t the same guy. This makes him the third different dude to perform that "bodyguard" function this summer. Could it be her brother? Just a “friend?” Or maybe Yellow Jog Bra just gets around? I can’t decide which I prefer. Anyway, I gave her a nod and a smile but she stoned me on the flip-side. One day I’ll see her sans bodyguard and at that time I expect she’ll be able to reveal her true feelings for the X-Man. Until then, I’ll keep going the extra .2-mile. It’s really all I can do. Later,
-Racer X
As the sub-6:43 miles called for by my plan clicked by, I couldn’t help reflecting on my own personal journey from the heart of darkness of an empty club-scene lifestyle into the light and purity of being a multiple Ironman. Soon I came to a fork in the path. As I always do, I chose the option that does a zig and a zag and adds .2 miles to the loop. I don’t usually see others in this section of the path, as most people aren’t as motivated to go the extra mile—or, in this case, the extra .2.
But today I saw “Yellow Jog Bra,” as I like to call her, coming from the other direction. On top of having Jessi Stensland-type looks (but taller than my Tri-Goddess!), her running form is perfect and her pace is quite quick. And her body fat … I hate to speculate without pinching her stomach with my Skinfold Caliper, but it’s definitely within the X-Man’s target range. Unfortunately, Yellow Jog Bra had her usual escort: a wary-looking dude riding his poor-fitting hybrid bike alongside. This morning, though, I noticed it wasn’t the same guy. This makes him the third different dude to perform that "bodyguard" function this summer. Could it be her brother? Just a “friend?” Or maybe Yellow Jog Bra just gets around? I can’t decide which I prefer. Anyway, I gave her a nod and a smile but she stoned me on the flip-side. One day I’ll see her sans bodyguard and at that time I expect she’ll be able to reveal her true feelings for the X-Man. Until then, I’ll keep going the extra .2-mile. It’s really all I can do. Later,
-Racer X
posted by Anonymous at Friday, September 09, 2005
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