Looking back, I realize she’s made numerous attempts to do me in.
It began in junior high when she set me afloat down river on an inner tube. She disguised her evil plot by accompanying me on the tube, until, that is, the current picked up and she jumped our ship. I’d have met a soggy demise if I hadn’t learned in water safety to walk diagonally across to shore, rather than fight the current upstream.
I suspected something when she suggested we join the army after high school. Really? Me? Hold a gun? Do pushups? All while someone yells at me? My life's goal is to avoid such activities.
In college, she introduced me to downhill skiing. She extolled my athletic prowess and convinced me the green trail was far below my ability. I made my inaugural mountain descent on a blue trail. My inaugural crash, roll, gather snow like a human snow ball, and end up in a pile of poles and skis at the bottom took place shortly thereafter.
We’ve been friends for many years, but it seems she still harbors ill will against me. Just yesterday, she emailed an invitation to run the New York City Marathon with her. Oh, yeah. Sure. Hide your wicked scheme under the guise of physical fitness. Not going to work on me this time. I’m on to you and your plan. I composed a kind reply in which I politely declined (she knows I've never been a runner).
She answered:
“Well, if you won’t run the NYC Marathon, will you climb Mount Kilimanjaro with me?”
See what I mean?????
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2 comments:
Wow! What a friend(?) she is!!
There's grand splendor in such accomplishments but you've really got to WANT to work hard to prepare.
Tell her you'll cheer her on at the finish line.
Who IS this person, because it sure isn't me! :)
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