I know I promised you guys a follow-up about the ER trip, and it's in the works, (should be up tomorrow morning), but I was too busy having the worst day ever to get to it today.
Instead, I'd like to inform you that fan-favorite, Stroke Man, out-walked me again today on my walk home from Pilates. (For any curious new folks, check out this post from a few weeks ago)
This was really special for me, because I haven't seen him since what was previously the Worst Pilates Class Ever. It got demoted this week because tonight's class has usurped that title.
It's like he knows somehow, and shows up on Holland Street with his vest and his blinking light specifically to mock me.
The best part was that he brought friends! That's right, I got out-walked by not one, but three old men this evening. He was the only one with a distinct lean, or a blinking light, but his pal was also sporting a reflective vest. Just after noticing them, I got lapped by the third guy, who appeared unaffiliated (no vest).
So, yes. I think I'm just going to tag this post with "awkward" and "mess" and call it a night.
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