I look over and the leg are pumping furiously. I look down at my legs and I think am I keeping up?
What do I tap into to get my iberico ham size legs moving? Election frustration, the thought of losing my job. Every two years I can lose my job and this year more then others I feel threatened. That works.
The pace quickens, and he matches, ok I just have to sustain myself and outlast him. My mind drifts to friends on the Hill who will soon be jobless and I think anyone of these people should have my job. They deserve it more.
Keep pushing. Why the frack did my iPod switch to old REM, this isn't exercise music.
Thank the lord he is slowing down.
I look forward and i see myself as I am an overweight, lonely guy.
I look at the guy next to me and say why can't I be more like him. I was racing the guy next to me on the elliptical and I think I lost. Crap.
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That guy next to you on the elliptical is a total douchebag.
Seriously, I know him, and he is a complete toolshed.
On the other hand, you are a true friend whose loyalty ... spirit ... enthusiasm for rare Spanish cheeses (served on a marble cheese plate) ... savvy movie judgment ... wisdom in apparel and gear from Patagonia ... excellence at killing Nazis in Call of Duty ... affinity for Wilco and that perfect "driving to work" iPod mix ... and thoughtfulness toward your friends - whether planning their birthdays or being there for us when we are going through a hard time -- make you more infinitely valuable than a hundred scrawny gym rats.
Fuck that guy.
You da man.
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