Tonight I went for a much needed run in prospect park.
I was a little sore from my bike ride on Saturday--so I was going kinda slow. I felt myself dragging a little bit and needed something to pick me up.
As I rounded the bend around mile 3, I ran into a twenty-something couple, also going for a run. They maintained their pace a little bit in front of me--the guy asked the girl what time it was.
"I'm not telling," she teased. "You have to guess."
"71O?" "Nope" "655?" "Nope"
"645?" 'Nuh uh" "723?" "Guess again." Giggling ensued.
This went on for a couple of minutes--mind you, they were talking in those pseudo baby voices that couples use when they think they're being cute--and I couldn't stand it for one second longer.
I put my legs into high gear and left those losers in the dust. I could still hear them behind me. The bitch just refused to tell him what time it was.
"It's 718," I yelled over my shoulder, as I sprinted up the hell, I mean hill.
I'm going to hire them for all of my runs for now on. If they annoy me enough, I might just shave 1O minutes off my time!