Recently, I have started to run again. Yesterday I went on a bike/run and ended up doing 4X2 mile repeats. I forgot how good pain feels. “My muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid.”
Coincidentally, I might actually use my running skills.
At work today, Dean was on the phone and he looked over at me while Mike, Joanne, and I were doing some SSRs, and he says, “Yeah, he’s fast. Hey Ed, how tall are you?”
And I am like, “6’1”.”
And by now I am kind of worried, because I am thinking Dean is going to sell me into slavery or something. Dean is one crazy MF. Open, up, show your teeth.
But, as it turns out Dean has this woman friend who is a bailbondsman. And she is looking for a part-time partner. I guess, she only takes on semi-dangerous criminals, you know, ones that aren’t armed. Since she is 5’6” and 275 pounds, she needs someone to be able to chase the runaways.
To make a long story short: I might become a bounty hunter this summer. She pays in cash.