Love, Jimmie

I made the unlikeliest friend today.  I’m not even sure what to do with this story.

I’ve had the funk all week.  I’m not saying I’ve ever had the flu but I’m not saying I’ve never had it either.  Whatever this was, this throat/ear/ache thing, I relied heavily on ibuprofen and sleep and thus missed three out of the last five gym visits.  It has not been fun.

Today I basically went to the gym to take a shower and to weigh in (had a loss!).  I was hoofing it around the indoor track for a fifteen minute walk to justify my shower when snooty snothole Bianca jogged up beside me.  She reached out and touched my arm and said, “Jog with me?”’

Now remember, Bianca does not speak to me.  The last conversation we had was really more of a monologue in which Bianca said, “I come to the gym to work out, not to make friends.”  My surprise at her request was so great that I began to jog with her except what we did could in no way be classified as a jog.  It was a half mile sprint.  My poor Advil-weary lungs were burning but I sprinted on for six whole laps.  Then I walked a few and when I was able to stop gasping, Bianca and I chatted.  It was . . . . nice. 

I know I’ve been seen sparingly here this week and next week will be no different.  I’m working on a book proposal.  It’s my first one and there is a deadline attached to it.  I have no illusions about my success but I will never get anywhere with this if I don’t try.  Let me get this done and I’ll be back with you.  I still have more stuff to tell you. 

Your favorite,

Jimmie