Home from a long week, on my long run, and who do I pass on the way out of town? That's right. My smoking, walking boyfriend.
You remember him? http://carsickcaravan.blogspot.com/2010/12/dedication.html
He was headed into town. Smoking. I whip out a cheerful, "Good Morning!" and he responds in kind ... with a big smile. Ooooooh! Shivers!
I complete miles four and five, and am headed back into town and who is on the opposite side of the road, on his way back out? You guessed it.
And did I mention that he's got his spring haircut rockin'?
I bat my eyelashes, through the sweat, and he says, "You sure have more energy than I do, you sexy thing!"
OK, I made up that last part. But I'm sure that's what he meant.
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