Yesterday I finished my long run and proceeded to do my sets of squats and lunges right outside on the sidewalk. Why not, it was sunny, I was already a sweaty mess, the sidewalk is long enough for my lunges so I don’t have to awkwardly try and turn, and I wanted to do it while the motivation was still there?! Midway through my second set I hear from behind me, “Oh my gosh…look right there…right THERE! Look at her…hahahaha!”
Yes, a black car filled with some high schoolers had driven by, stopped, and proceeded to gawk at the freak show. Is it bad that I didn’t even stop doing my thing?
I guess the thing is that over time my shame-factor has become eroded. I used to think wearing shorty shorts was ridiculous. Past that.
I couldn’t fathom why anyone would run in a bathing suit, as that’s what bun-huggers looked like. On top of that, how could any girl feel comfortable running tons of laps around the track wearing said buns and a measly shimmel top? Been there.
I thought anyone who used a bush, or heaven forbid a random available ditch, for an emergency bathroom stop should be ostracized from civilied community. Hmmm…they still let me lurk around and I’ll own up to it.
I have busted out some pretty strange streching moves while carrying on a conversation. Not everyone sees a raised platform and tosses their leg up to give some love to the hamstring?
I have gone out and run errands after a run, still in my running clothes, and I probably still had those nice white, salt stains up my arms and legs.
I do squats and lunges on the sidewalk in broad daylight. I am a freak. I accept that…or maybe I’m just an Obsessive Compulsive Runner. I’ll take it.
1) What is something you have no shame about? Okay, folks, it’s time to let those not-so-guilty secrets out! Hehe.
2) What’s been something yelled at you from a car while out running or otherwise?
I think there should be a law enacted to toss anyone who still thinks yelling, “Run, Forest, Run” is still funny, into a jail with Tyler Perry movies on a continuously loop.