Monday, August 22, 2011
[I have to save for new treadmill ones come snowglobe season, cuz, I'm gonna hafta use my treadies for today. Grrrr... This 5k foreplay walk better be worth it.]
[It's a chilly one. 14c/54f. I collected my first fallen maple leaf on my walk home today!]
Over-protective, old-lady consuming guard dog. Check.
Bag to scoop remnants. Check.
Make that two. I'll need one for her Pomeranian. Check.
Phone, no SIM card, but tunes. Check.
[I listened to Alyssa Reid ft. Jump Smokers on constant rotate for 62 minutes.
Yes, it took me 62 minutes to walk 5k. Cruzer had to sniff, eat and poop many, many old ladies and their little dogs. It takes a while! The constant rotate just is an indication of how inept I am with a cell phone. Shhh...don't get too cocky or I'll challenge you to an XBOX 360 Game and embarrass you.]
I'm all geared up and bravin' my morning adventure. I'm determined that mornings are my thang. Usually, I'm waiting for hubby to come off of night shift, but, I think I'm making it early enough that I'll make it home still before him. I'm not going to hang on all day for my health time...I feel like I'm waiting for leftovers. Leftovers that grow stale and that I end up turning away. So fresh health it is!
This morning it was no kids. Just me and my dog, the tunes (tune) and solitude. A third of the way through my walk I was feeling like I'd been at the beach chillaxin' for an afternoon. I had that *gLoW* of endorphins from doing a bit of a jogging jag (I love my LOUD music!) . For the most part the walk was blissful solitude. Once in a while there was an elderly lady (80+) with her walking carpet, but, for the most part, FREEDOM!!!
The best part of my walk was knowing that I gave someone whiplash.
It was unintentional. At first I thought maybe I didn't have enough protection for my weak bladder. You know, one of those moments of utter fitness humiliation. Not so, my jacket was now tied around my waist if the unimaginable of all fitness embarrassments were to happen.
What the hay were all these guys starin' at?!
That was the 5th rear-view once-over I received in 10 minutes.
So, I have no bladder leakage...
Two heads? Nope. Nope.
What is it then?!!
K. I've established nothing embarrassing...
I stop dead. Right there on the side walk.
It can't be.
Could they think I'm something to look at?
I'm THAT girl?!
I'm the Whiplash girl?!!!
***another potential whiplash victim whips by***
Granted the usual scenery these guys see in our small town is....
I'm looking like this to them.....
I do not care at this point how distorted their perception is;
I'LL TAKE THE EGO BOOST!
Dear mother, sister and sister-in-law, kindly do not ruin my glorious ego-boosting morning walk by ratting me out.