The previous weekend, I came home and noticed my scalp was sore whenever I touched it. It took me awhile to figure out that the sun had burnt it. This past weekend, I was smart, see, I sprayed sunscreen onto my scalp. If you've been paying attention, you already know that I put sun protection on my face. I was covered! I was good to go! I had my Gatorade! I stopped at home for some energy gel! I totally forgot about putting sunscreen on my other exposed body parts! Shoot. Burnt hands, burnt chest, slightly burnt arms and nose. *sigh* Right. I must remember Total Body Coverage. Anyhow, my efforts were rewarded with a scrumptious Pumpkin Brioche Casserole. I am digging my recent exploration of french toast casseroles. You slice some bread, mix some stuff up the night before (I go very low sugar and canned no salt pumpkin lately), pour it over the bread and let it sit overnight in the fridge. Then you just pop it in the oven the next morning. Easy elegance!
Today I ran 4.35 miles. I did the inner hill then tackled the Hilly Grail with speed work. There is this car on this route and I can see that the driver is a runner because he (I am assuming it's a man because it has a handyman business sign on it) has a sticker that says simply, "26.2". However, my favorite message on his bumper is this one: Vows of abstinence break more easily than condoms. I find it funny but at the same time I am annoyed that the sexual has become the political. It's personal. I digress. Note to self: This is a running blog, not a soapbox.
I keep forgetting to mention that during one of my previous runs quite some time ago, a woman was walking towards me and when I was within earshot she looked right at me and exclaimed, "Exercise!" I was left wondering whether she meant it as a statement of a common purpose? Like, "Hey look at us energetic folk out here keeping ourselves healthy?" Or was it a single word compliment that was meant as an abbreviated "You go girlie! You go get your run on!" Or, dare I think that she really meant it as an expletive? "WTH are we doing? D**m this movement! I'd rather be eating potato chips!"
Today, as I tackled the Grail, this older guy in a big ole honkin' sedan slowed his car down, leaned out the window, cupped his hand to his mouth (to provide better sound quality I presumed) and yelled at me. What I THINK he said was, "You single women need personal bodyguards!" Okaaaaaaaay. See, I definitely heard him say, "women need bodyguards" but I'm kinda guessing on the first part. Please note that I was running in the light of broad day at this time without my iPod to distract me. Some people like to live their lives in fear, I guess. Oh, which reminds me, there is this crazy guy who seems to be terrified that I am going to get hit by car on his street. He's always yelling at me to "Watch out for the cars!" even if there isn't a car on the road.
You get out in the world for enough runs and you see some funny things.
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2 comments:
That's it, i'm sending you out with a bodyguard from now on.
I think the Blond James Bond is for hire. Look into and make it so.
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