I reached the stop sign that I decided a block ago would be where I would start walking again. At least today my side was hurting instead of my chest. For the four millionth time in my life I decided I wanted to be able to climb a flight of stairs without seeing a bright light. I decided to start running again. And by “again”, I mean, the first time in three years.
I walked at a slightly bent angle and tried to distract myself by switching to a snappy tune on my nano. It was about then that I was passed by two joggers that effortlessly glided by me. Instantly every swear word I knew flooded into my mind and was applied to the joggers who were disappearing down the sidewalk. There were even a few swear words that weren’t really applicable to the situation.
As I watched the yellow shirt and his friend jogging off into the distance, a thought occurred to me, “where am I?”
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Hahaha!! I hate it when that happens!!
lol! Yeah I know how that is…well I’m back in town…you wanna do something?
hehe…stupid running and it’s always hurting