(From Jingle Bell Run in November, I'm third from the left)
Now that it's in the negatives in my town (like freezing ass cold, for those of you who were confused) and the snow can be up to my knees in some places. And I still feel as if I want to run. Why, you may ask? Well, I still want to get this ass to look like a red delicious that a person would just want to sink their teeth into, but I also NEED TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE.
My kids are 2 and 5 so I decided to quit my job as a magazine editor (waaaaay cooler then it sounds) and open up my own daycare from home. So I am inside, with kids, cleaning and cooking, all day.
All day. No adults. No sexy banter. Not even talk about changing the fucking toner in the printer. It's like I'm in my own version of hell. Sometimes.
Other times it's just a bit stiffling.
So if I can go out and talk my mouth off to some unsuspecting running group members (or soccer coaches, dance instructors, theatre attendees, cashiers, gas bar attendants...) then I'm friggin' well going to.
Plus, in my group there are 3 hilarious dudes (the dudes in the picture above, to be exact) who meet at the The Yard for beers afterwards. And these guys are super fun, interesting, well-traveled, and generally as amaze-balls as they come. Guy in glasses is retired but runs, plays soccer instructs a walking class, and drinks a lot of beer and eats a lots of fries (woot woot!). Guy in red shirt owns his own recording studio, takes care of his daughter's baby, and knows literally everyone in town. And last dude is a teacher, writes and records children's songs (like, has a CD, etc.), plays in a celtic band and also plays soccer. I mean....I'd like to see the thirty something guys I meet to have HALF as much going on in their lives. And be half as much fun to drink with. And have kids that have already been raised!
So I may just go so I can have some pints with these guys. Since Dallas (husband character in my life) won't let me hang out with him anymore. Because I get ridiculously drunk? Or something...whatever.
Back to older dudes being amazing:
entrepreneur extraordinaire with actually, a really fun website...oh, and serious sex appeal. Did I mention I found him sexually attractive?)
I've always had a thing for Professor types and by that I mean older dudes or seemingly older dudes with lots to um, teach me, a condescending attitude, and general air of knowledge and power. Yummmmm.....
Oh right, back to running. I pretty much do everything right now to be sexually attractive to people because I feel like I am getting old and losing my general je ne sais quoi so I have to try harder to be cute. Also, I think that being an athlete is powerful and I want to obtain that power and lord it over others, mostly in a manipulatively sexual way but not limited to that, of course.
I have a job that has no pay raises, no better positions, nothing to attain to, really. So I guess I've chosen this to focus on. I guess that makes me shallow but I've spent so many years trying to be deep and just denying my base instincts (mostly as a teenager) that I just want to "do me" and if that means...well, whatever that means I'ma gonna do it. Withing reason-ish.
Hope you'll come along for the ride.
And I welcome any comments you may have along the way.