so, i just went out for an evening lakeside run, as i do a few times a week. i enjoyed myself, running at a steady pace for about 40 minutes, watching the other runners, the dogs, the kids on the playgrounds, et cetera. as i stopped to stretch at the beach closest to my house, an older gentleman in itty bitty running shorts (who had also just paused to stretch, with a lady friend) walks up to me and says, okay, you're coming with us.
what?
he says, we're the evanston running club - and he gestures to the group i hadn't really noticed, 6 or so others who have also recently stopped running - and we meet here every monday at 6:30, and at evanston high school on wednesdays.
then he says,
you're a quality runner. i hope you'll join us.
so here is what i can't decide:
is this the moment when i say, ha, forbes, in your eye!
or
thank you, forbes, for teaching me what i know about running!
?
so mom, tell that one to good ol' j. fo.
i'm a quality runner.
who knew?
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