You are active. A little. A lot. Like crazy!
It must have happened to you in the past. To be THAT person. The one who lives sport. Sport everything! Haaaaave you met my friend Camille? The one training for a marathon. NO WAY!
There you go. Evil! Right here, in front of you. Your portrait has been depicted faster than Bolt runs – or used to – the 100m. Empty looks, weird faces, some kind of mitigated respect but really, REALLY tons of collective question. THere it is, your audience is all eyes on you! Yes, they’ve heard about these crazy people getting up before dawn to run the Paris Marathon. Sometimes they see them running through cars and pollution particles. Maybe they do have Instagram to show off their urban adventures to the world. But now, it is totally different. It is right here, in front of them!
1- the emulation created by this event will die as fast as a mayfly? Lets’s face it, you won’t be drinking tonight and you’ll check out every little thing in your plate while making sure not to go over your bed time – which is probably 8pm! Homo Sportus clearly is no fun.
2- you become the center of attention. A little too much. Questions are flying around the room. It’s not easy you can’t catch one. It starts bugging you…
– oh sweet, you’re training for a marathon, 11 miles, right? “hmm no, not really”
“Excuse me, what? Please expain…?”
“Of course I did, wanna smell my armpits?”
“yes indeed. aren’t you paying for the movies?”
“hmm no, simply coz I usually eat my date on the second date!!”
and its funy variation
– you’re so lucky to be able to run. I wish I could, but I do work.
“actually, let me tell you something mozar fukar, there’s no luck in here, it is called organization. And a good alarm ringtone
“I fight polar bears, and you?”
“Yea, that’s why I just order chicken wings ”
“I’m funny af okay!! Even if you were to take 10 shots and put this feather duster up in your a$$, I’d still be more fun than you”
without any training, in 3 hours, what aobut you? “glad to hear, now stfu”
– one of my dad’s colleague runs marathon as well. Eric. Do you know him?
“yea, oh yea! Marathoners are like a big – BIIIIG – family. We all know each other and hug at every race
“it was either this, or being a dumbass, so I do run. What about you?”
“oh really? yeaaaa, no!a”
– I don’t think you should go for another slice of pizza. I mean, isn’t that bad for your training? “I woke up at 6am today, ran 15 miles and burnt 2500 calories…gimme yours!!!”
Then tell us what would you say if something similar was happening to you?