creeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkk goes the garage door
stares at each other
What do you mean, what? You know what.
No I don't.
It's December 8th.
So? That's all you can say is, so?!
You haven't lost your attitude, that's for sure.
Well how would you know? You haven't even TOUCHED me in almost 2 months!
Yeah, and it's been pretty nice.
Well, what the heck have you been doing for two months?! You spent hours and hours and hours on me for months, and now I don't see you for light years?!
I've been doing things I like. Running lots. Swimming a teensy bit. Yoga. Chillin'. Trying new recipes. Playing the piano. Traveling for fun. You know, that stuff.
The stuff you like.
Yeah. The stuff I like.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means you are only doing the stuff you like--the stuff you're good at. *snickers* That figures.
The champions don't just train the parts they like. *snickers again* It's just like you do only do what you like. What you're good at.
No it's not! I do things I don't like sometimes!
Um....grade papers. Watch TV. Eat brussel sprouts.
Nothing very challenging lately, though, huh? Wuss.
OK, beeyotch. I've had it with your attempted Jedi-mind tricks. You can't do this to me anymore. Things are different now.
Oooooh. Someone's getting a little salty.....
I mean it! I know I haven't seen you in a while, but to be quite honest, I didn't WANT to see you for a while, after our long long long trip together on September 10.
Yeah. It was over an hour longer than you wanted it to be.
Oh, SNAP. You'd better be glad I can't punch you.
Well, it was.
Yeah, it was. But let me get one thing straight here. Much of that was deliberate. I needed to SURVIVE that day. I had to change my goals. Hills I flew down at 43 miles per hour in July had to be 30 at best. Or I would have wiped out--flatted--worse! I saw it all that day! I knew I just had to get through you. So I did.
Well. It WAS.
Whatever. I refuse to apologize. It was what it was, and I am proud that I made it. You can think whatever you want.
You've got a lot of work to do on me still.
I know. But I've done a lot of work that I'm proud of. I know that the next time, I'll get that hour back.
Oh you will, huh?
Yeah. Write that down. I'll get that hour back. And MORE.
*hmpf* I'll believe that when I see it.
*grabs Arcaro from the ceiling*
You'll see it when my butt's on top of you doing it. So it starts now. You know where we have to go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. The basement. On the trainer. Single leg drills, hard repeats...I remember.
Me too. And I remember how far it got me.
*Sighs* Man. I just can't intimidate you the way I used to, huh?
No way, Jose. Let's go. We have a lot of work to do.