So I get out of bed this morning with last night’s Crawfish Etufe still in my belly. Since I have no plans for the day I decide I’m going to run. Not paying attention that it’s hot as piss out, I’m off the get my morning ritual. A Venti xxxx from Starbucks and on the run I go. Again, it’s hot out. There are only a couple of other idiots on the bridge at this point. So I start my run from the Biloxi side, get to the yellow poles on the OS side and turn around. By this point, my head is about to explode it’s so hot. I’m sweating like crazy and I’m sure I stink.
As a matter of fact, I know I stink.
I’m exhausted and my form has gone to shit. I feel like I’m wearing big red floppy shoes from the closet of Bozo the clown. I’m running like I’ve got one leg shorter than the other and I’m dragging the long one behind me. Yeah… seriously! My head is down, shoulders are forward and I’m doing the Quasimodo Swagger up the bridge.
And then I see her….
She was absolutely stunning. Walking the opposite direction. In about six seconds, my form was perfect. Chest out, shoulders back (I think peacock feathers sprouted from my ass). Again, she was beautiful. Brown hair, perfect figure. ..And I’ll be damned if I didn’t keep my form for the last mile and a half. …wondering if it would have been creepy to have turned around and walked with her???
If you were walking the bridge at about 930ish and you would like to walk to bridge and talk sometime (when it’s not so f’ing miserable), let me know…