It’s a 12 minute mile because I got lost…
Thursday, February 3, 2022
At the end of my final run through Cairo, per usual, I sprinted the last 100 yards. After slowing down, I ran back-paddling for about 20 yards, facing ongoing traffic. I then blew kisses at a couple drivers and took two bows as I placed my arms behind, and in front of me. When I turned around to stop, I gave thanks to the higher powers above, and proceeded to ask myself, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Before that moment, I was the world’s greatest runner—because I’m undefeated against my opponents.
I never ran in high school—in fact, I’ve never competed against anyone, in general. My competition is me.
With each run I get better. It’s hard to explain if you’ve never physically challenged yourself.
Why I blew kisses and bowed at those cars is irrelevant. I’m more concerned with the question I asked myself.
I mean, can I be great? Damn…
Since I’ve thought about it, the kisses were for me, and the bows were to my running self. Think of it like this—no one’s thanking me for running my heart out but me. And no one’s benefiting from these run’s but me. Selfish or not, I’m a millennial bachelor who thinks all the aliens are hiding at airports.
Me doing something out of the ordinary is just that.
New moon, who dis’?