I’m on one of thosedating websites, and in my profile I mention running a marathon later this year. I don’t tend to email people right off the bat, but this one guy had such a hilarious opening statement that I literally “lol-ed” and immediately copied it into a chat window with Andi (which, is totally allowed because girlfriends tell their boyfriends stuff and Andi is as close to a spouse as I have these days so if you tell me, more than likely she’s going to know about it too).
Anyhow, said guy with hilarious opening line wrote me an email back and asked, “Would meeting up for a beer interfere with your marathon training?”
Man, this guy… he’s made me laugh out loud TWICE now. This was my reply to him:
My marathon training goes something like this:
Last night I walked 2 miles.
Tonight I’ll probably go home with the intention of walking, but instead curl up with my cats and end up asleep way too early.
I’ll tell myself I’ll get out there and walk/jog each night for the rest of the week.
Next Monday, I’ll get out and walk a couple miles.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
In other-words, beer is fine.
I should be bothered that I just made myself to appear quite sloth-like, but it’s just how things sort of happen for me. As I was writing that email this morning I kept thinking to myself, “No. Not this week. You’re getting a darn bottle of water and getting on the lakefront again, just like you did last night.”
Tonight’s running plans were slightly tentative because I had bought tickets to the Arctic Monkeys concert (way back when I was employed and could afford small luxuries!) and while I had been trying to sell them last week and over the weekend, no one was biting on them. If they didn’t sell, I couldn’t see wasting them, so Andi and I were going to go. But, the whole point of selling them was to get some cash so I can pay that little thing called rent.
About 45 minutes ago, a cute little hipster kid with a “Class of 2005″ t-shirt on, came into my office and bought the tickets off me – which means I should be cleared for running, right?
Except that at noon today, Andi called me because her dad has tickets to the Cubs game tonight and asked if she and a friend wanted to go. So… guess where I’ll be this evening? Nope, not the lakefront running, like I should be – BUT, not curling up with my cats and falling asleep too early either. Instead I’ll have a hot dog, a beer, and cheer on the Cubs.
I am so a creature of the wrong habits.