so, I have two neighbor-girls. The one on the next door is an artist who aims to paint skulls, bones, and snakes. The one at the end of the street, in front of me, is a fitness-top-model who aims to have her face on covers. None of them is famous yet, as well as I haven't yet obtained a date with none of them.
But MissFit yesterday said - You are a nice guy, so I will give you a date if ... you show me an unbreakable record in sport, something shocking may persuade me to give you a chance -
Oh, interesting. A chance, eh?
Sport records, eh? Let's checkout possibilities. She likes football players. I am not. She likes basketball players. I
am not. She likes beach volley players. I am not. She likes olympic swimmers. Well ... I am a decent swimmer at the swimming pool, I already have a swimming-pool card, and I usually catch the attention of lifeguards, but for different reasons (especially when I risk to drown, due to a cramp to your legs. It happened, but it was not like in Baywatch).
So, apparently no chance, but! Today I showed to myself I can run faster than usual on my road-race bicycle! Even faster than a fsck, as I was able to reach the unbelievable speed of fifty nine km per hour, and keeping it for two hundred and fifty three seconds.
Then muscle on my legs start to brake as they were made of lead, so I had to reduce the speed as keeping higher than usual was going to make me to explode. Not enough yet to shock her, just a fraction of the round trip around the lake was faster than usual, but hey? Good possibility in progress!
What about you? Some funny sport-record tale?
But MissFit yesterday said - You are a nice guy, so I will give you a date if ... you show me an unbreakable record in sport, something shocking may persuade me to give you a chance -
Oh, interesting. A chance, eh?
Sport records, eh? Let's checkout possibilities. She likes football players. I am not. She likes basketball players. I
am not. She likes beach volley players. I am not. She likes olympic swimmers. Well ... I am a decent swimmer at the swimming pool, I already have a swimming-pool card, and I usually catch the attention of lifeguards, but for different reasons (especially when I risk to drown, due to a cramp to your legs. It happened, but it was not like in Baywatch).
So, apparently no chance, but! Today I showed to myself I can run faster than usual on my road-race bicycle! Even faster than a fsck, as I was able to reach the unbelievable speed of fifty nine km per hour, and keeping it for two hundred and fifty three seconds.
Then muscle on my legs start to brake as they were made of lead, so I had to reduce the speed as keeping higher than usual was going to make me to explode. Not enough yet to shock her, just a fraction of the round trip around the lake was faster than usual, but hey? Good possibility in progress!
What about you? Some funny sport-record tale?
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