Booger Boy

In case any of you didn't know by now, I tend to work out a bit.  Winter season is here, so I keep my workouts limited to indoor areas, i.e. the gym on week days and home on the weekends.

 Yesterday was a running day.  The Giant said he was running four miles, so I committed myself to three miles.  This was before I realized that I was going to get stuck on the treadmill next to some guy who's been kind of sick all week.

At first, I didn't notice anything odd or peculiar.  Usually I tend to space off my surroundings when I run.  After all, it's my me-time.  However, after about a mile, I noticed my treadmill neighbor kept covering his nose with his hand, making a puffing sound.  At first, I thought nothing of it.  But when he continued to do it, my mind ran off with itself - what was he doing?  Then I noticed him periodically wipe his hand on his shorts...

Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach.  It dawned on me that he was blowing his nose in his hand!  Oh my dear goodness!  Oh heck no!!!

I told myself that I had another two miles to go.  I could do this.  After only one more mile, I could do it no more.  I had to stop.  I was thoroughly grossed out.

Initial Goal:  three miles in spite of tiredness
Result:  two miles and severe repulsion

I blame Booger Boy for my inability to complete my three miles.  Scapegoat?  Yes, but not really.  Today, I ran four miles - three for today and an extra for yesterday.

- That One Girl