My training partner has ditched me. It was a polite holiday ditch. Like, it's the holidays and we'll meet back up. but, we haven't met back up. And now I'm like the stalker training partner that calls twice a day when running is convenient for me, and I get voice-mail.
Now before everyone gets mad at Bonnie, she does have a newborn at home. But call me, Bonnie. Update me. Don't stand me up, Bonnie. That just makes me an insecure runner.
Maybe it's because I'm a talker. I talk when we run. I talk about whatever. She "listens". (She really doesn't listen). But, I get to talk. Today, I tried to talk to someone next to me at the gym and I think they played deaf on me. I don't know.
At this point, I'll be lucky to run a half marathon by April.
Woe is me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
You are a funny girl. I hope Bonnie calls soon or that they invent a blow-up treadmill buddy for you to talk to.
Becky - JUST DO IT!, girl! You can do this.
Post a Comment