I win

Went running yesterday.
Part of ankle recovery plan.
Funny that treatment for sprain seems to be exactly this: Immobilize and Baby It For An Indeterminate Time Period! Then Immmediately Stop Doing That And Use The Hell Out Of It Or Else!
So, starting to run again. First time just around the park. Next time went around the park twice. This time, Run#3, ran all the way to the park, and around it twice.
But, you know, going slow. Which I hate. I mean, running is a competition, between me and all the strangers in the park. They don’t know it, but I know it, and I wanna win it! I like winning! I like to fly past people while yelling, “Eat Shorts! Hahahaaaaa!!!!”
But now, well, ok so it’s Run#3 and I’m passing a few people. The slow. The weak. The ones that would totally be picked off by lions. Pass this one woman in particular who turns to the guy she’s walking with, points right at me, and says, “Well, I could run at that pace!”
And I pass her while thinking, “Look bitch! See this brace on my ankle? What’s your bigfatlazybutt excuse?! Eat Shorts!”

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