The Runner

My bedroom is on the third floor and looks down on an interurban trail.  Sometimes watching people is better than a repeat of The Big Bang Theory.  Some people shamble along the path like zombies.  Some walk like maniacs, talking to themselves or yelling at the sky and are reminders not to walk the trail at night.  A lot of runners and insanely healthy looking people use the trail.  The other day a woman was running along, shadowboxing, and exercising her bad self.  She was like me, on the hefty side of chubby.  I admired her jogging and fierce face as she jabbed her fists and arms out in front of her.  I almost yelled through my open window


but then thought she might see me, remember which house is mine, knock down the front door and shadowbox the shit out of me.


About jkhughes2

I'm fat and I hate my job. Well kinda. Kinda on both of those. I love to read and work in a library where they don't let me read. But as long as I get to be around books I'm happy. I once wanted to be a writer and then realized that I'm too lazy to write a book but not too lazy to write a blog. And blogging is like keeping a journal except my posts are the equivalent of verbal diarrhea. And oh yeah. I have really low self-esteem. I have a dog named Max but I call him Maxhole. He's the first dog I've ever had. I find his daily life way more interesting than mine or most people I know. That's about it. I hate politics and computer books. I secretly wish I was Doctor Who but can't remember if that's "was" or "were." Now that's it.
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