Despite my training partner from Hell. What partner? This strange guy who joins me periodically. I think his name is Richard, but I like to call him Dick for short. He can be quite chatty. And quite annoying. Here’s an excerpt from today’s conversation…
Me: Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: It’s sort of early for this, isn’t it? I mean, it’s like 7:00 AM.
Me: Early beats the heat. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: You’re not enjoying this. Just stop.
Me: I said I’d do the 10-miler. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: You were drunk.
Me: I agreed when sober, too. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: Some friend. Couldn’t she start with something shorter? Maybe a little 5k?
Me: Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: Come on. Stop already. This is ridiculous. You’re not being realistic.
Me: I am. I can do this. Lots of people run. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: Screw her. You don’t even like running. Just quit.
Me: Nope. I said I’d do it. I’ll get into shape. Pant, huff, gasp.
Dick: You look silly, you know. You look like you’re dying. Maybe this will kill you.
Me: It’ll get easier. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: Walking is easier. You could do that right now. Just walk. That’s healthy.
Me: Walking was hard when I started. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: This is harder.
Me: I can do it. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: You’re three minutes in and look at you.
Me: But after 5 minutes, I get to walk. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: Yeah, but then you’re supposed to run again. Twice.
Me: Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: Just stop for a minute. You don’t have to do this.
Me: Go away. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: You’ll never do this.
Me: I’ve had enough. Leave me alone. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: You’re pathetic. Look how tired you are.
Me: Shut up. Pant, huff, gasp…
Dick: Make me.
Me: Okay. Pant, huff, gasp…
Just like that, the voice was gone. It’s amazing what a little positive thinking can do.
Tomorrow, I get to rest. Wednesday, I’ll be back at it.
Dick won’t be joining me again.