“Hey, Tom, is that you?”
The car had pulled over across the road from me just as I was snapping the picture. Damn, I thought, I’m busted. I turned around.
“Hey, Ray – haven’t seen you in a while. How’ve you been?”
“Good. You’re looking good, dude. Hey, I saw on Facebook that your birthday was last week. Are you really 52?”
“Yeah, don’t remind me. ”
“Man, I hope I look that good when I’m old.”
Old? Old? I’m sure the young little bastard meant it in a nice way.
“So, what are you doing?”
“I usually work out every other day,” I told him. “I thought for a change, I’d try doing bike sprints on the off days, since I’m still not losing any weight.”
He laughed. “You’re crazy, man. It’s six thirty in the freaking morning.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. I usually work out Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I’ve been trying to get the cardio in on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but after work, I’m usually too tired, or it’s too late, or I have to go to some meeting, or I have to cook dinner. So I figured I’d try biking first thing in the morning, since I’m already used to getting up.”
He put the car back in gear. “Well, good luck with that, man,” he called as he drove off. “See you at the club sometime.”
I finished snapping a couple of pics for my HNT, and pedaled my ass back home.
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