I want to walk into a hair salon and when they ask me what kind of hair cut I want, hold up a picture of Legolas. With a dead straight face say “his hair is magestic.” because it is.
I recently started running at the gym because I hate the treadmill and outside. Theses are the breaks. I have noticed certain types of people who frequent the track. And I am going to tell them about them now:
The close runner- You get hit with sweat as they go from directly behind you to directly in front of you. We get it, you are faster than us and have something to prove. Thanks.
The couple- Blocking 2 lanes of traffic, being adorable, holding hands or playfully pushing each other. This is the gym, not a candlelit dinner. Move that junk elsewhere.
The marathoner- You will get there after them, and leave before them. And they will be running at twice the pace and no headphones. Easy to spot.
The team- ROTC, Crew Team, a Frat, etc. When they enter the track, everyone just leave. They WILL make it impossible to do anything as they will take up all of the lanes and will be obnoxious about it.
The cheerleader- I love this person. They are running next to a friend making them go farther. Everyone needs to be this person and have this person with them.
The walkers- People fully dressed in street clothes just doin laps. I respect it, I just don’t understand why, but do your thing.
but even more confusing:
The street runners- People in jeans and flip flops RUNNING… WHY?!?!?! That can’t be comfortable.
The Asthma Attack- Person gasping for breath. You don’t know if they are dying or just pushing themselves to finish. I am guilty of being this person.
The singer- They think that their playlist should be shared with the world. We are good, but thanks.
The dancer- The music moves them, to run and to dance. Is dangerous to pass. I am this person, my skills are legendary.
I may add more to this, but this is what I have noticed thus far.