Dear Random-dude-on-bike-who-stole-our-strategically-placed-G2-while-we-were-running-long-in-heat-and-95% humidity,
Thanks. Thanks so much. Appreciate that.
We actually passed you and gave you a friendly wave and a smile, just like we do everyone. In return, you gave us a smirk. Because we think at that point, you had a pretty darn good idea who it belonged to.
You were not overexerting yourself in horrificly hot weather conditions by running 14 miles. You did not appear that you were desperate for a drink. Nor did you appear to be homeless, down on your luck, or otherwise confused as to the actual ownership of said drinks. We would’ve totally, and without judgement, given you a pass, if for one moment any of those seemed to have been the case.
Nope. You looked to be about 25 and riding your grandma’s bike. Why did it look like it was your grandma’s bike? Because it had a giant basket in the front which, coincidentally, now contained our bottles of G2.
How considerate of you, though, when riffling through our cooler bag, to leave us our bottles of water. Had you not, we probably would’ve really struggled to finish our training run. At least there was that. So we guess we should be thanking you?
So….we sincerely hope you enjoyed those ice-cold electrolyte-replenishing refreshments today. Cause we sure wouldn’t want YOUR electrolytes to be out of whack. Hope they got you through your tough day of taking what doesn’t belong to you.
So, this actually happened to us this weekend, and it was NOT the first time! I mean really, who does this? Has anyone else experienced a situation like this??
After my rant to my husband, he came up with his idea of the perfect solution for us.
Ain’t nobody gonna mess with his lady’s hydration.