I’ve Been Running
Recently, my beautiful, remarkably persistent, leader, Danielle, insisted that I join her for a jog.
Danielle: “Just to the bridge, and back! A mile and a half.”Me: “Sure, okay. Why not?” (Note: Read this in an annoyingly naïve voice.)
Let me tell you “why not”:
It’s miserably hot, and deathly humid.
Thanks to AIM’s “lovely” dress code, this war will be fought in long pants.
Frogs, snakes and tarantulas. Need I say more?
Yet, despite endless complaining, and extreme paranoia, I stumbled along, drenched in sweat. A dog chased...