I've moved up the running ranks enough to have a partner; someone I run with more often than not and who keeps telling me I'm doing a great job even though I'm well aware of my obvious sucktitude. Her name is Daring D, and, on top of giving me a run for my money (that was a pretty awesome pun, if I do say so myself) she owns a Wii Fit. I had no idea how cool they are, and now I want one. Considering I just took out a mortgage on new shoes (think the second most expensive ones at a specialty running store - ack!) and an iPhone, I don't think I'll be getting the Wii Fit any time soon, so I'll just have to keep mooching hers.
I have a foot injury, by the way. Nat, From Nat's Brain , helped me diagnose it. It's this one, and it sucks. I'm almost pain-free at this point and am looking forward to running again, but it's been four days and I'm positively jonesing. I can get addicted to anything if I really put my mind to it. I also should admit that I'm secretly proud of my injury, as if I'm somehow more badass for having one: "Oh, the limping? It's nothing. Just a foot injury from running. Did I mention I'm a runner? You know: one of those people who runs? Want to see my new shoes?"
It's been fairly busy this week. Pixfish and I have been all over the place. Naturally, I documented a few of our outings. It's been nice getting to know my new best friend. I learn stuff about her every day. Observe:
We went for a late night run with Daring D a few nights ago. She wore her headlamp for added visibility. PF is a safety girl.
Pixfish wants me to get a Wii Fit. She wants me to, can't you see? Geekster, do you not understand how important this is to her? I think we need to seriously consider getting one in order to preserve my special friendship.
Also, I believe she might be a bit of a kleptomaniac. That's my running partner's shoe...
I think my BFF might have a little problem with coffee. Every time I see her the girl is guzzling down some java. When you're drinking out of a cup you could likely drown in, it might be intervention time.
When I brought this up to Pixfish, she rolled her eyes and told me she's a pixie/mermaid, therefore she can't drown. Duh.
(She's clearly in denial. I'll keep working with her.)
See? See? There she is with a latte again! She's apparently found a new dealer in Jess, my single mama friend who's new abode the gremlins and I
"Jess, Jess, Jess," I explained calmly. "If Pixfish were bi-mythical, do you not think she would have told me? We have a relationship built on trust and acceptance; surely she would feel comfortable sharing her life choices with me. Now please stop pretending you know her. You were with her for two or three hours. I've known her for seven days. That's, like, a lifetime of getting to know someone."
How very wrong I was. Because, after taking a few more pictures, I realized there are some things she has been keeping from me.
How did I never pick up on this before?
Judging from these photos, she's clearly a swinger.
And just when you think you really know someone...