About the little stuff too.
Or else I’ll run away from you. Literally. 😛
True story: I bring interesting
men boys into my life. Usually, not wholly on purpose. I’m friendly. I smile. And, people say I’m kinda cute…
One such person found out I liked to run. Did I want company? Not his such company… BUT. I’m not good with the ‘nos’. (My downstairs neighbor says you say ‘yes’ to everything. I like this. I try this. Except when it threatens my self-respect. Or, when it’s daft. I do not need to play 9 holes of bar golf…) And, people are SO interesting. So, I somehow got a running mate.
Now, I run often. But not long. And, not fast. (At least I didn’t think I ran fast.) Your girl is only 5’3″. On a good day… 🙂
So, explain to me how a 6’+ male ‘runner’ can’t keep up?
Oh. Yeah. Wait. He’s not a runner.
And, that’s why honesty matters!
He went from ‘runner’ to ‘trotter’ to ‘I’m double your weight.’ Um really? REALLY?!
Look. I don’t need a running mate man. But, if you want to get to know me, get to know me. HONESTLY. Lest I run away from you. Which DID happen. Hehe…
Here was the crux of it: I told him- “I’m going to finish my run because this is how I take care of me.”
And I did.
I finished my run and he was waiting for me. He asked: ‘When are you going to take me on another four-minute run?’ I told him: ‘I’m not. I don’t like leaving people behind.’ Including me.