I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I really collapse under peer pressure.
I have a best friend living in Chicago. Somewhere along the past 3 years he fell in love with his bike and took up full time life into the world of bicycles. I have another best friend that recently married and then followed up with a child. Even though they are opposite spectrums, I’m jealous of both. I have no love and no shape, I have nothing.
We are a triad of friends. A round table of nerd gayness with frat boy speech intellect. A drowning case of alcoholism and immaturity that every group of guys wish they could possess. We are an utter embarrassment to any wife/gf/whore that happens to be within 50 feet of us and any time even 2 of us get together.
Somewhere in the my complacent depression I became the fat one. So for the past month I have been watching them talk about running the Chicago Marathon next October. And when I got called out, I answered.
God help the emergency crews of marathon. I’ll have to attach a red flag to my back so they can quickly find me. Chicago, I’m coming for you. Probably to puke all over your marathon, but I will be there.