Notes
Nice little run around Shaws field while Connor practiced from 5-6:30. Felt good to just run easy and try to get this in despite the heat. After my 2nd or 3rd lap a local goalie, some guy, decided he would run with me for a lap. It was a weird conversation that revolved around "the team" and "I think we're going be good this year" type stuff. It was weird because I don't even think he was a coach and I'm not even sure he had a kid on the team. It seemed less creepy at the time but now that I think about it....
At the start of my 5th mile I get passed hard by some 8th/9th grade kid who flies by me. It caught me off guard a little. 4.5 in I notice the kid is fading so I try to catch him with all of my fatness. I get into a little groove and make it my mission to catch him. I hit a blistering 7:51 or something (tits jiggling, chins flapping in the breeze) and eventually catch the kid. But the little motherfucker picks it up. So I pick it up. We circle around and head toward where the "goalie" is "practicing". I go behind the bleachers to pass that little fucker and HE STOPS RUNNING. He stops. fucking. running. Really? After a fucking mile? What a pussy. He totally bagged out when I made him push the pace and he got tired. I'm old and fat with jiggly tits and he bagged out. What's a matter kid? Didn't want to get passed by a fat old guy? Such a pussy.