…is really the only thing these three tidbits have in common. These experiences all happened while exercising, and involved people going in the opposite direction of me.
The first two happened while on a training ride on my bike today:
- 1. Santa rollerblades. I’m not kidding you. A man with white flowing hair and a long white beard dressed in a red, long-sleeved Under Armour shirt went skating by in the opposite direction. Now I know what he does in his off season and by the looks of it, it’s really working for him. Way more svelte than he looks in December.
- 2. Some guy gave me the lewd-and-lascivious-tongue-waggle-thing as he rode by on his bike. A) Really? Are you twelve? B) You’d do that at someone who is 37? Really? C) Lucky for him I was clipped in, otherwise I may not have been able to control myself. Everyone knows the ladies love a good tongue waggle…
The last one happened when I was running last week. A woman was running the opposite direction pushing a triple-wide baby jogger. Holy crap. First of all, I didn’t even know they made triple-wides, secondly, she gets the “Quitcherbitchin’” award for sure. Having 3 small children would seem like the perfect excuse for not being able to exercise, but there she was. I gave her a holla: ”You go girl!” as I ran by.
That’s all. Carry on.
