Dashing All the Way

by Chelsea Curto

Whoever decided running is a good form of exercise can go straight to hell.

Amen 🙌🏼

“I’ve run out of reasons why Jada can’t listen to the books she loves. I sound like a controlling husband.” Rhett scowls at me. “I don’t know how to tell my wife I don’t want her to hear my best friend tell her to take it like a good girl.”

Jesus is probably rolling in his grave because of what a ho-ho-hoe I am.

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Margo, and I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you spending time with me.”

“I know how lucky I am to be a male runner. I’ve seen the shit women deal with: the catcalls. The harassment. The stalking. It makes me sick that you can’t run with headphones because you have to be aware of your surroundings at all times. I don’t have that kind of fear, and I recognize it’s a privilege to run without having to be worried. I don’t want anything to happen to you, Margo, and I want to make sure you’re safe.”

You are, without a doubt, the most spectacular woman I’ve ever been with in my life, Margo. And I don’t want you to forget that.”

“Watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking to her,”