But then, we do another lap the dude just keeps on chugging like the Energizer bunny for 40 freaking minutes, and well, I am not the Energizer bunny…I am dead. ![]() We do a lap around the park, which, again, is my normal workout, about three and a half miles. I’ve been running at this point for a while before I see him so my legs are screaming by the time I follow him up the massive hill, but I tell myself, “It’s okay, Emmanuel, don’t worry, he’s gonna stop running soon, like, he normally ends his run up here.”īut he doesn’t end his run - instead, he keeps running with me just behind him, absolutely melting in the hot, humid June sun. I pick up my pace, try to keep up with him as best as I could. So hot.īut then day four I’m running and I’ve gotten about two miles into my run… It was like, this dude was annoying me even in his absence.ĮMMANUEL: Oy, oy. The first day I ran, a Monday, I ran around the park and didn’t see him, and I thought, “Okay, I’ll catch him tomorrow.” The second day I didn't see him. …run my normal three and a half miles around, keeping my eyes peeled for him… The trouble was I didn’t remember exactly which days of the week I saw him, so I had no choice but to go running every damn day looking for this dude. So I just made a plan to go at that time and see if I could intercept him. I didn’t have his name or any other info. I saw him normally 2-3 times a week at roughly 8:30 in the morning. Which was difficult because here’s what I knew about this guy. So recently I decided I need to find this guy - and just figure out what the hell is happening here?ĮMMANUEL: Okay…ooh, these hammies are tight today. I get a couple glimpses of his calves bulging and then he’s away. When we get to that hill and I come up behind him, something just changes in the dude’s body language. Why won’t he let me pass him? What is it about me? I do not understand what it is about me, and as somebody who’s run for a long time, it feels straight up disrespectful. And when I see him, sometimes I swear I catch him looking at me over his shoulder, and then he just zooms away from me up the hill and eventually out of the park. He’s never running that fast when I see him he just sort of glides along, and he has this weird gait where he leans to one side and kicks his left leg out.īut somehow it works for him. I seem to always come up behind him right before the big hill. ![]() You see, me and this guy, we have beef.Īnd we have beef because as this guy runs around the park he lets person after person, runner after runner pass him. ![]() And the toughest point of my run comes right near the end - it’s this infamous, windy, massive hill, and scaling that fucker every time I run gives me such a big feeling of satisfaction for having done the hard thing.īut in the last two months or so, something’s been really bugging me on my runs. ![]() The park I run around, Prospect Park, has this big roughly three and a half mile loop. But for years, I've done it because when I’m in the middle of it, when I’m feeling exhausted, I can say to myself, “This is the hardest thing we are going to do all day, Emmanuel.” And it feels true. So roughly every other morning, I wake up and I go for a run in the park. Uh, here’s some more ads.ĮMMANUEL DZOTSI: From Gimlet, this is Reply All. SANYA DOSANI: This episode brought to you by the number seven, which tastes like the color yellow, which is the same as the smell of sending a risky text to your crush, which sounds kind of like finding out your great grandfather was a pirate who murdered a prince and blames it on another prince, which disrupted a long-standing alliance between two nations, sending the price of cotton candy through the roof, children writhing in the streets, destruction, violence, cha- oh my god, he texted me back.
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