Once upon a time, I went running with Juhee.
Yeah, I know, running is stupid and painful, but I hadn’t seen her all day and I had missed her face. (On the bright side, I doubled my step goal and got to jam out to T-Swizzle.) Thus, I dropped my uneaten cake on the table, and went to grab my tennis shoes. I quickly hyped myself up for the run by telling myself that I could be the next Oprah Winfrey, and ran downstairs to meet up with Juhee.
We started out easy, stretching on the Campus Green while planning our run. Little did I know that my lungs and legs (and all my body parts) were about to catch on fire. We started running, and Juhee had picked out a hill to run up at the beginning of our route. A HILL. A TALL, STEEP, PAINFUL HILL. I panted, physically weak (like I’m 100% out of shape) as I fought against the hill and somehow made it over. We then continued to run OFF CAMPUS (that’s how far we ran) to a sketchy gas station. (In case you were wondering, I was now 110% dead.) I stopped and walked a couple of times because I actually thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest, but I had committed to running, so I was gonna run (I could be the next Oprah Winfrey, keep up.)
We finally finished our run, and were calmly walking back to our dorm when we once again encountered the Campus Green. I then had the brightest idea ever. Why not finish our run strong by doing one lap around the Green?
IT WAS A MISTAKE. I gave Juhee a motivational speech (I called her a sparkly unicorn) and we set off. (aka she did a lap and I cut through the Green for a shorter route and still died). Juhee finished before me (even though I cheated) and was pacing in circles as I thudded my way over, loudly yelling about how stupid running is. Once I reached her, I promptly laid down on the grass and continued my rant (Long story short, I basically just said that the world is a bad place because running exists).
Unfortunately for me, a certain someone (who shall remain un-named) that I had recently friend-zoned happened to walk by at that moment with a group of his friends. I was still blasting Taylor Swift in my headphones, so I didn’t notice Juhee subtly trying to alert me that he was there. Buuuuttttt I didn’t notice and I continued with my rant from the grass. According to Juhee, he glanced and acted normally, but apparently his friends were staring and laughing at me (RIP me).
Juhee didn’t tell me this until they were well out of earshot, but I was SHOOK. I had just embarrassed myself and probably that guy too (for liking me) in front of all of his friends. Rip me. Anywayssss, I’m telling myself that I helped him get over me by acting like my normal, crazy self to help ebb the flow of embarrassment.
Going to stop lying and yelling on the grass,