Yesterday I walked the bridge. TWICE. Yes, Hell hath frozen over. I found myself with some free time (what??) and decided to declare Two a day Tuesday. I'm not sure if this is a one time thing or not. So I hit the bridge.
1- I am sticking to my walking solo. I happened to get a call from Heavy on the Veggie on my way up. I was secretly thrilled by this. I mean- she was my initial inspiration so it was only natural to be spotted by her at some point. However, as we were talking, I was heading up. I began to notice that my air supply was becoming limited. I tried so hard to play it cool. We talked the whole way up. I was trying to imagine someone next to me. Finally at the top we hung up and I thought that the Lord was calling me home. I was sweating like it was no body's business. Gross. I mean really? I've probably walked that concrete mountain 25 times in a row and I still can't talk/breathe/survive. Oh well.
Dear Incredibly good looking shirtless man in the bright red shorts,
I would like to apologize. I am sorry that I basically stared at you for like 5 minutes straight at the top of the bridge. And bottom... I felt like it was slow motion. I bet you did not feel the same. Weird, I couldn't breathe at this point either... Sorry I faked like I needed to stretch at the bottom. I thought you needed some company? I almost even did a lunge... I promise I'm not a creeper. But you kind of brought it upon yourself. I mean, who runs with a 6 pack, tanned and shirtless? Get it together.
Dear Sweet Swapping Road Hogs,
Peace and Blessings,
Sassy Sweats A Lot.