Maybe you could call it a perky affluence. I saw you two standing close together at the starting line about to run a half marathon. I was doing the whole thing and bleeding there of jealousy. After about seven miles my calves locked up and forced me to walk. Then they'd relax, and I'd run 50 or 100 steps, and they'd cramp again. All that time I was imagining the two of you laughing, joking, loving, running comfortably with perfect form all the way through to your achievement. While I was left to labor joylessly and drag my miserable ass through to the very bitter end.
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