There's a trail marathon in CA that looks way sick. I talked to my dad on the phone about running it together next year, to which he responded something like "Yeah . . . "
Being the prodding type, I sent him an email with a link directing him to the course's website. His reply?
"You already tried to induce me to go on this run with you and I, in true man-fashion, simply ignored this sly maneuver. I do not do 26-mile runs."
Well excuuuuse me Mr. Ultrapants!
"True man-fashion." From the nine-fingered man who has maybe 20 lbs on me. He cries during sad country songs, too.
Being the prodding type, I sent him an email with a link directing him to the course's website. His reply?
"You already tried to induce me to go on this run with you and I, in true man-fashion, simply ignored this sly maneuver. I do not do 26-mile runs."
Well excuuuuse me Mr. Ultrapants!
"True man-fashion." From the nine-fingered man who has maybe 20 lbs on me. He cries during sad country songs, too.
nine fingers?
ReplyDeletehe accidentally shot off his left pinky with a gun when he was a kid :)
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