Last Thursday I checked out this running group I’d heard about. Someone told me it was their first run of the season.
So I get there, and parking’s a hassle. I had to park so far away that I got in major mileage just running from my car to the meeting spot.
This is not a running group. It’s aerobic overpopulation.
I do the run, and it’s three miles which is okay, but the post-run party – boy are there issues. Look at the line for beer. I expect a short wait at most, not an overnight stay. I paid a guy $10 to be a line placeholder and went for some free cake.
My eyes couldn’t get enough, and before I knew it, I’d downed more than a dozen pieces while staring at her.
He hangs around monitoring me, so I decide to check the status of my beer order.
The guy I paid is nowhere to be found. Eventually I find out he got through the line in about two minutes because the servers are really fast, and my beer’s been sitting on a table for over half an hour. This brings me to the next issue.
I take a drink, and it’s warm. How can any respectable business get away with serving warm beer? This running group sucks!
He’s the only DJ I know who joins the crowd on the dance floor and grooves to his own music.
I met a couple attractive women who were attending their first run. With club members like this, I’m very motivated to attend future runs.I think with this group I’ve found my ultimate dream come true – flirting with pretty women while gobbling down free cake.
Finally, I admit that I’m not really a first timer. I’ve been going to Flying Irish runs for several years, and I joke when I say the group sucks. It’s a great social event, and I’ve become friends with a lot of wonderful people. I look forward to Thursday evenings.