Confessions of a Slow Runner

It’s come to my attention that I am not at nice person. I’ve noticed that my mean-streak has grown considerably the past few months. It’s getting out of control. Today at work, my co-workers were talking about the situation at work, and as they were talking I was thinking mean thoughts and how I never wanted to see our ex-bosses again and how they totally deserved what was coming to them. But, they were so compassionate and caring towards them. I cringed as I realized that there may be something wrong with me.
Don’t get me wrong. Being mean can be funny if done tastefully, but I think I crossed that line a while back. No pity comments, please.

In other news, in physics today my friend and I were writing notes like middle school girls. We even wrote funny things about the teacher and quietly snickered. She wrote to me about a 5K run and I wrote that I was interested, but not at all prepared. However, she left me a message this afternoon saying that she signed me up to run on Saturday. Luckily she entered me in the wussy category. If you have ever wanted to laugh at me, I suggest that you come out and do just that.

*Note: I will look like this, only with longer shorts and a very red face.