well.. we tried.

Adventure #105

Running....

well, trying anyway.

it started out promising. 

downhill.

then we did our yoga in the grass field at the junior high

while a 7 year old creep in a green shirt watched our every move.

sketchster.

we'd like to say the reason we failed so epically on the way home was due to the fact that we had consumed a ridiculous amount of Orville Redenbachers, Chips Ahoy, and Marshmallow Matey's before hand

but in reality,

we're about as in shape as homer simpson.

awesome.

here's the gist of our conversations during that.... mile and a half.

Gustov:

"this isn't too bad."

Rico

"i know, for real. i'm barely even tired."

Gustov

"you might wanna slow down if you want it to stay that way"

Rico

"i'm pretty much walking"

Gustov

"i know."

a mile and a hill later....

Gustov

"stop running!!! holy crap!"

Rico

"oh my gosh you're such a baby! let's go."

Gustov

"i've never been so miserable in my entire life."

Rico

"really? not even when {anonymous} cheated on you?"

Gustov

"shut up! that doesn't even compare. well.. it kind of does."

Rico

"i'm pretty sure there's a reason they call it running. you're supposed to RUN."

Gustov

"do you have any friends over here with pools?"

Rico

"haha... do i have any friends over here... that's why i hang out with you"

Gustov

"i hate you."

we rewarded ourselves with otter pops.

sort of counteracts the whole... "running" thing.

ah well.

it was worth it.

sort of.

now we're going to Yoga it up at Gustov's house to earn a twinkie.

yeah,

we know.

we're cool.

yet another thing we don't agree on.
running.

G&R