Dearest Farrow,
Here are are a few of the things that went through my head that I didn't say to you while on our latest ride:
-Seriously, what is with this guy? Is the whole ride going to be like this? (referencing the pace).
-Would it be possible to just, maybe back off the pace a bit?
-I have fallen way out of shape.
-My foot is killing me. Can Buff help me with this, or will he just laugh?
-Do I ask for a morsel of food or will he perceive that as weak? I'm bonking hard core!
-There's no doubt in my mind that I am going to have to get off and push. Try to limit the embarrassment, come up with a reason. (Climbing old Piedmont toward my house).
-My God, he still has like 8 miles to go to get to his house. I don't think I could do it, so glad I'm almost home.
-How many people will he tell that he had to buy me a salted nut roll in order to get me home?
-Should I bring up how many miles I've raced this year? No, that's so lame. Don't make excuses for why you suck so bad.
Oh, the shame...
1 comment:
Grasshopper, you have made great progess in your quest of honor...but your journey is far from over. One must never show pain; for your rivals will use such overt displays of weakness to their advantage. You continue to disappoint. There is sooo much more that I have to teach you...
Mallory
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