The longer my runs get, the more elaborate and mathematical my mental games to pass the time have to get. I count laps and see how fast I'm running. I try to run x number of laps during a song. I try to draft patterns in my head. ANYTHING to distract me and pass the time.
Thank the universe that Stephanie is as silly as I am, because by lap 22 last night, my brain was tired of entertaining me.
We often high five each other as we run if we're going in opposite directions, but last night, a spontaneous game of pass-by-surprise erupted. Stephanie ran like an Egyptian, did a creepy Thriller run, and shot me with an imaginary rifle. I ran backwards, saluted, and did cartwheels.
Before I knew it, another 14 minutes of running had gone by, and it had happened while I giggled (and sometimes cackled). At one point, I caught the older woman on the track with us smiling at our antics. I'm sure she thought we were crazy, but at least we're crazy happy and not crazy dangerous!
Thanks Stephanie!
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