Last summer, in the midst of my intense training for Fire and Ice, there was one “off” weekend, thanks to an injury. I went to Philadelphia with a few friends. It was a Sunday.(Sundays are when most distance running races occur, throughout the country.)
/*A training interrupted means unwise decision making that may lead to self inflicted embarrassment and related catastrophic events.*/
As they say, an idle mind is the devil’s workshop (tho there is no “devil”, but you got the idea). In my case, it was an elephant sized boredom and a Large Hadron Collider sized frustration. I started asking out ALL the pretty ladies and ALL of them said no, as if they planned the response together. Then, as the above post says, there was J. But I did not ever get a chance to go back to Phily.
Last Sunday, I went back to Phily, because why not. Went to the same restaurant for dinner, because, hey, good food. Sure enough J was there, different hair but as pretty and cute as I remember. And… wait for it….
She remembered me!