The best part about going to the park for a run at the same time everyday is the people you meet. By “people” I mean the sixty and over gentlemen sitting in their luxury automobiles waiting for trade.
Steve's "running stairs"
The other day as I changed into my running shoes leaning against my open trunk when the senior that always parks behind me in his eighty-thousand dollar Cadillac got out to talk to me. After buttering me up by saying that the running is working as I have lost weight he then politely asked if I was interested in servicing him. Thankfully I was wearing my running shoes. With some fancy footwork I quickly changed the subject. Come to find out Fred was in the Navy the same time as my Dad and loves to talk about cars.
So if I had 3 wishes?
I’d wish that when I’m eighty I have the gumpshun to go get what I wanted. For right now I’m desperately trying to get that V on my lower abs. My wish they’d hurry up and get here. I guess my third wish would go towards my career. Yes I could just wish for a billion dollars but, in realistic terms my wish would be for my career to move quickly upward.
Until the genie grants me my wishes I’ll keep pushing for the next step in my career, I’ll keep going to the gym to do crunches, and keep being open to talk to new people.
Impressed with other bloggers* taking up the writing challenge, I have decided to take the blog writing challenge. See all sixty-four challenges here. This was question twenty-two.