[I couldn’t have made this up if I tried.]
After this morning’s post about my random stalking of the Mr. / Mrs. Ironman at my office building, I have some breaking news.
As I was leaving today…there SHE was!!!
Oh, so I could just post this statement, and you guys would say “oh funny” and we’d have a jolly laugh. However, I thought, What if they think I am making that up? I have to preserve my journalistic (and stalking) integrity!!!
So SHE is fit (a given) and has curly blond hair. Maybe 5’6″ or so. Maybe mid-thirties? Early forties? Hard to tell. She was wearing sunglasses.
I was frozen! I could run towards her, flailing my file folder and iPhone, screaming, “Hey, it’s me! Your new best friend! I like triathlon! Hey! Hey….” But she was getting in her car, and besides the fact, my little intro would be quite awkward, and at least I recognize that little fact.
Anyway, I couldn’t let this post go without some proof.
So ta-da! Here’s the proof that not only have I lost my ever-loving triathlon mind… but that I am willing to admit it.