'No go on, tell us.'
No, really.
Well if you don't I might just have to make it up.
" I'd only been running on the treadie for 17 miles ( the machine said it was 12 but it was wrong, I can sense these things) when I noticed this guy kept looking at me. I wasn't at all sweaty and my hair was still perfect so I don't know what he was staring at. he'd been hanging around near the treadmill all the time I had been on it, I don't know if anyone can tell me if this is normal gym behaviour. anyway the treadie started to come to the end of my pre-set prog but I just had this really deep feeling that i could run forever so I punched in another 4 hours at 5.5 min miling and I saw this guy, the one that had been lurking do this really sexy thing with his eyes. Some less astute people might have thought he was rolling them. He did look a little tense so I was glad I had my as yet unpublished poetry manuscript tucked down my shorts and in a moment of sheer inspiration I pulled it out and started to recite them as I ran, and I read them in time to the light yet powerful sound of my very beautiful running shoes on the treadmill belt. I was moved to notice this young man joined in the sensual rhythm by beating his head on the wall . I felt we had truly connected"
Have I got it right D2D 
Edited: 28/01/2010 at 13:38