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.
Seriously.
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Chach!
You know what this means? This means you will be one step closer to being Jarod! By the way, when are we gonna sit down with our tequila and frosting and do that shit?
Ms. Bees Knees!
Yes. Muscle shirt it is. I don't know if I'll grow a mullet...you might have to settle for a handlebar mustache. And spandex bike shorts. They will be pink. And tight. Love!
Chach-
Baby wants tequila and frosting! I loves me some Eryn Realmuto!
"someone to be able to chase the runaways."
Now there's a man after Mrs. Astor's heart.
Glad to meet you. Charmed, I'm sure.
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