Darn it! Why can’t I get this one? Why does she have to be here? And she seems so snobby. Look at her with that look on her face. And she hates me. I know it.
These thoughts enter my head as I set off on the course in pursuit of her — as usual.
But then, weirdly, as we hit mile two she’s only a few seconds ahead of me and I seem to be closing the gap. And then I catch up to her. As I’m about to pass her, she breathlessly says to me, “good job.”
Oh my gosh! Might she actually be struggling? Maybe she’s even nice!
“Come on, girl! Let’s work together,” I say before I have a chance to think about it.
“I’ll try!” she says and we begin to run side-by-side. Read more >>