(Crackly old man voice.) Let me tell you how ooold I am!
SCENE: Lynn meets a young dude at the track.
Lynn: How ya doin'?
Dude: Not bad. You?
Lynn: Okay. I'm aching, though. Can't run like I used to, you know.
Dude: I guess I can see why.
Lynn: Yep. Gettin' too oold I guess.
Dude: Happens to everyone, eh?
Lynn: Yep. Do you have any idea how ooold I am?
Dude: Haven't a clue.
Lynn: Guess.
Dude: Oh, I couldn't. Got no idea.
Lynn: Go on, just guess.
Dude: How would I know?
Lynn: Just guess!!
Dude: Seventy-three.
Lynn: I'm sixty-seven years old!
Dude: That's amazing. I never would have guessed.
Lynn: Yep, and I feel it every day.
Dude: I suppose so. Happens to everyone, eh?
Lynn: Believe it or not, I used to be able to run nine-minute miles!
Dude: Ooh.
Lynn: Can't do that any more, of course. Doubt that I ever will.
Dude: I suppose not.
Lynn: Training now just to get back in shape, maybe do another ultra or two.
Dude: Groovy.
Lynn: Did I mention how ooold I am?
Dude: I think you may have mentioned it. What was it? Seventy-two?
Lynn: I'm sixty-seven years old!
Dude: That's amazing. I never would have guessed. Look, I've gotta ...
Lynn: What did you say you're training for?
Dude: I didn't.
Lynn: So what are you training for?
Dude: The Olympic Marathon trials.
Lynn: Cool! Couple of years ahead of schedule, aren't you?
Dude: But I've got a long way to go.
Lynn: What's your PR?
Dude: 2:14:30
Lynn: Sounds like you'll make it.
Dude: Sure hope to. Errr, as I started to say ...
Lynn: Want a tip from an old-timer?
Dude: Ummm. Oh sure, why not?
Lynn: Don't go out too fast. I see all these kids jump off the start early and then die early in the race.
Dude: Got it. I'll try to remember that. Thanks.
Lynn: Take it from me. I'm sixty-seven years old, y'know, and have seen a thing or two in my day.
Dude: Sixty-seven? That's amazing. I never would have guessed.
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