You don't stand in front of a mirror before a run wondering what the road will think of your outfit. You don't have to listen to its jokes and pretend they're funny in order to run on it. It would not be easier to run if you dressed sexier. The road doesn't notice if you're not wearing lipstick. Does not care how old you are. You do not feel uncomfortable because you make more money than the road. And you can call on the road... whenever you feel like it. Whether it's been a day... or even a couple of hours since your last date. The only thing the road cares about, is that you... pay it a visit once in a while. Nike. No games...
No games, just sports.
— Sometimes I think you're a bit of a mind reader.
— But I don't have to be a mind reader with you because you always say what you think.
— I know, it's a curse.
— What, are you kidding? It's a relief. An enormous relief. Do you know how rare that is, to actually say what you think?
— Do you have any idea hoW rare it is for someone to actually like that?
— Well, what do you think this woman's thinking?
— Uh, well, I... Let's see. Uh, she's thinking about what she wants out of life. What's she gonna accomplish? How's she gonna do all that? Women, you know, they think about that a lot. I mean, surprisingly a lot. They worry all the time about everything.
— You're so right. How do you know that?
— Well, you know, even I had a mother.
— Well... So maybe running gives her time off from all of that. It gives her something she can't get anyplace else. Look at her. God. I want to be her. She looks so free, doesn't she? No one's judging her, no boss to worry about, no guys to worry about, no games to figure her way through.
— I like that. No games.
— Thank you. I appreciate that. See, no games equals embarrassing moment.
«Don't fall for a guy at work. Don't fall for a guy at work. Don't fall for a guy at work».
— Why what?
— Why won't... Why don't I just work on these storyboards... and then bring them back around to you tomorrow if you're free.
— I'm free. Just call me anytime.
«I'm flirting. What's wrong with me? God! I just looked at his penis. I hope he didn't see me. Oh, shit! I just looked at it again! Stop it!»
— Are you all right?
— Fine. I got something in my eye.
«No games. How do I get that in? She's running. It's early, it's quiet. Just the sound of her feet on the asphalt. She likes to run alone. No pressure, no stress. This is the one place she can be herself. Look any way she wants, dress, think any way she wants. No gameplaying, no rules. Games, sports, rules. Games, sports, rules. Playing by the rules. Playing games versus playing... Playing by the rules. Playing games versus playing...»
— Why are you nodding?
— Because you're onto something. <...>
— Well, I was thinking about a play on words. Something about games versus... I feel like I was onto something good. Playing games versus playing...
— Yes! Thank you. Do you like any of this?
— A lot. I like the idea that you can be yourself on the road. <...>
— Nike. No games.
— Just sports.