Friday, May 27, 2011
If you know me at all you know I am one of those people who can't seem to let things go when it comes to something I have done or said, etc. What usually happens is I get really nervous because I am talking to someone I don't know or there is a crowd of people around or I suddenly feel like I have all this attention on me and I start to babble and say things out of context and everything gets messed up and I walk away feeling like I offended everyone when in actuality they never thought another thing about it.
Or, I think it. I have all this stuff running through my head and once I am away from a situation I can think clearly but when I am in it I don't always have the best thoughts. So I end up beating myself up for these things forever, until I say something to a friend and they remind me I was thinking and no one else even knows or I see that person again and can apologize to which they can't remember what I am talking about.
Did that make sense? No? Well it doesn't to me either.
Anyway, there is this incredibly hot guy that ran with our group Tuesday evening. He is a friend of one of the coaches. He ran with us once before a while back also. When I say he ran with us I mean he started out with us and immediately passed us by and we ate his dust.
There are a lot of ands in this post. blah
So first of all I am harping on myself for thinking he is hot and drooling all over myself and trying not to look in his direction because I am suddenly back in grade school and blushing and pretty much feel like the world's biggest loser and all I want to do is run away. When did the temperature suddenly get so hot? What am I, 12?
Then we started the run on this giant hill. I love hills. What? Who are you calling sarcastic? Moving on . . . so yeah, we all die a little trying to get up this great big hill while he sprints past us like we're rocks on the pavement. I get about a third of the way done with my run, already upset with myself because I have had a stitch in my side the whole way and I am not making good time and my foot is hurting and I haven't run in the heat before so I am trying to adjust and WOW I am cranky and so whiney and trying not to say anything to anyone and my coach is saying I should just do one lap this time instead of two as I had planned which made me even madder at myself. Madder? More mad? Whatever.
Right about this time a practically naked Hot Guy (he took his shirt off) comes running past me on this third lap and smiles really big and waves and tells me I'm doing a great job.
I almost pushed him into oncoming traffic.
So in the interest of clearing my mind and knowing I will probably not see him again for a really long time (if at all) and that he doesn't actually know I am ridiculous . . . I decided to say I am sorry to him. Here. On SP. I'm not really a coward. It had to happen somewhere. Sorry Hot Guy!
That is all.