"Hard core" is relative.
My friend "S" told me she was going to run 6 miles this morning.
I had my reputation to take care of.
I said I would accompany her (must've been a sudden stroke of insanity).
Despite my anxiety that I hadn't run that far in a few months probably, I went.
It was raining the most it's rained in (this isn't the exact number, but pretty close) somewhere around 5 billion years.
We ran and ran and I was feeling great. The rain was pounding on me so I strapped my hood to my head and continued. The pioneer children being chased by Indians had nothing on our running and running and running and running.
And then, I saw her.
There was a girl, also running, coming towards us. She was wearing a similar outfit to mine, she looked like she had jumped in a swimming pool with her clothes on, and on her face was an expression of pure loathing for life, the exercise, and the rain. She looked ridiculous.
That's when I realized that I was looking at a reflection of myself. Blast! I even looked stupider because of my hood tied tight around my red, splotchy, swollen face.
I guess that's why those people in cars were honking, pointing and laughing at us. I just thought they were impressed by our dedication.
*note: okay. I didn't really see people pointing and laughing. I wouldn't actually know if they were or not, because the rain was messing with my contacts.