I tried going for a run today but couldn't swing it. I busted my knee on the second run on Thursday and it's been cranky ever since. I have a hard time keeping still though. I told myself that if I just worked through the cramp that it would go away, but after starting and stopping several times, the pain just got worse so I went back home.
Amidst my struggle, a guy jogged past me.
"It's ok honey," he says in stopped at a cross walk for traffic, "Everyone has a hard time their first try."
First off, don't call me honey unless you've talked to me before. It's straight up condescending.
Secondly, if you see me hopping on one foot after taking a few steps, odds are I'm injured. Maybe offer to help instead of being a douchebag.
Thirdly, I'm a little woman that's 5 yoga sessions away from a 6 pack, you really think I'd be out of breath after 10 steps?
And lastly, you're running in Humboldt Park, bro, and you're white. You likely don't even go here. If you do, you might want to increase that fancy little saunter you got going on to a full out sprint. Seriously.
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