Dear Nike+iPod,
I apologize for ever doubting you. I thought since you were mainly a pedometer that you would be fickle and tell me what I wanted to hear. Yes, Randy, you're running at a nice, fast pace. Great long run, Randy, I'll add on an extra tenth of a mile to make you feel better. That was so shallow of me to think the worst of you, and I wonder if you can ever forgive me.
As you know, I have a new friend. Garmin is a precise GPS accessory. Now don't worry too much. I'll still take you on my runs. I could never drop you like a trashy date who suddenly developed an interest in my brother's tonsils. You mean much more to me than that. But my new friend has proved that you were right all along. Today I took both of you out on a run. When I compared the readings from both of you, you were right there with the state-of-the-art precision GPS. Why did I ever doubt you?
Even though today's run was only 5 miles, I promise to take you out soon for longer runs. We'll frolic over the hills and through the neighborhood like we used to do before Garmin came around. I know it's tough to run in the heat like we did today, but we had the Old 97's accompanying us on the iPod, and really, it doesn't get much better than that. It'll be hotter later this week, but I know you'll be there for me. You always have been.
So ignore my past remarks and take them for what they're worth - the rantings of an oxygen-deprived mind. You're better than I gave you credit for. You're way better than a politician since you under-promised and over-delivered. Take pride in what you've done. And let's do some more running together, okay?
Your running buddy,
Randy
2 comments:
You had me at "brother's tonsils."
Awesome. You wish some of my trashy dates had been interested in your tonsils. But considering your age at the time that probably would have been illegal.
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