Union Break

Bob loops back on the track dripping in sweat and walks along lane seven.

“What are you doing?” Rusty asks.  Bob props his hands on his hips and continues at his leisure walk down lucky seven.  With a contrived Jersey accent Bob answers, “I’m on a union break.”

Ah yes!  A union break!  We got one too.  Today’s workout was a blissfully short, mild child.  It left plenty of oxygen left over to converse and sing while we jogged around the track.  We selected obnoxious songs to get stuck in our heads.  We joked about the word of the day.  Wait, what was the word of the day?

The new guy mentioned Pee Wee Hermann and Chrystee made the leap to Michael Jackson’s new video.  What a day to be a new guy at group!  Conversational pace on the oval is as rare as Rusty showing up with coffee.  What was the word of the day?  Now this is going to bug me.

Maybe I will just satisfy my lack of short term memory for the special word with this very special oldie, but damn goodie photo.  Now that is worth a few words of the day!

Suddenly, I want to stop running. Why?

~ by drea on November 10, 2009.