This is exactly my favorite difficult pursuit to choose the perfect runner to like.
It’s my third meeting with 2:36:53* (manufacturers have already been altered to marathon PRs to defend the not-so-innocent). It’s 12:30 p.m., several times after finishing my favorite 10-mile run-on Heartbreak Hill. Obviously, our time happens to be a runner—a rapid one, too—and I’m anxious to inform your about your long run accomplishment.
He’s big, 6-foot become specific, and handsome. Positive, he’s won usa Red Sox passes, therefore seems the guy knows the actual pathway to simple emotions. I get regarding our Uber at Lansdowne streets, lookin fly, and consider all around.
Around they are. Their lanky system hunched against a wall, beer at your fingertips. But no, I am sure exactly what you’re thinking, this really isn’t cool. He is doingn’t appear like the bad child rebel wooing me personally with his stone-cold view. He’s barely able to remain. He seems to be like a common Boston dude: dark-colored jeans, Patagonia jacket, backwards Sox hat, oh, and absolutely wasted.
“HANNAH! Wherearethetickets?” they yell-slurs to me.
I’m irritated. How could this be apparently gifted and incredibly smooth marathoner already drunk at noon?