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Maxine al green'd him
Mar. 10th, 2007 12:47 pmIt's the first spring day, so it feels. I'm not the only one, tons of folks were out there on the sidewalks too while I was taking my first run in...I can't remember the last time I went for a run. Probably early last summer, before it got wicked hot. I made an ipod mix with lots of Ghostface and Outkast and Missy's "We Run This" which the latter sorta made me feel like I was in tv commercial when it came on, but it got me going. I was wearing grey wind pants and a somewhat tight long sleeve yellow gold t-shirt. I mean, it wasn't tight skin tight, because that would be uncomfortable for running but still, fairly fitted, not hiding the fact that yes, I have a belly. It made me feel pretty sexy when I put it on, which is good inspiration that I would need since I knew I'd be a little out of shape.
I was a few blocks from California, the halfway point, when I gave myself permission to walk the rest of the way home. I was winded. "Just round the corner, then you can walk." But while rounding the corner, my ipod stopped. Or rather, the headphones stopped working, because the ipod seemed to be running just fine. Damn. I put it in my pocket. By then I was headed back home and I'd hit the plateau and the endorphins kicked in. I kept going and felt fine.
As I approached Kedzie, I told myself again. "You can walk the rest of the way home." I stopped at the light, but when it turned, I kept running. This isn't so bad.
From across the four lanes of traffic, I saw a group of people, two adults walking a little dog, and two teens trailing behind. "Step it up, pudgie!"
Wait, what? Did I hear right? I turned and one of the teens was looking at me and the other one appeared to be laughing. Naw, I'm being paranoid. Then I heard him yell again, something something, pudgie, but at this point I was half a block away and not turning.
Not even 50 steps later, I passed some people on the sidewalk, and I heard a woman say, "you got a few more pounds to lose, buddy." It took a second for it to register, but that is definitely what she said. I turned around, jogging backwards. The man she was with had turned around to look at me, but when we locked eyes, he quickly turned back. For a moment I hesitated and started to go towards them. I had no idea what I would say. Maybe just run past them again, circle back, look her in the eye and smile sweetly. I was about to do it, but then I looked at her closer. She was this white lady, a lot older than me, a lot more bedraggled than me (hungover, high, exhausted, or all of the above), and her clothes were worn. I decided, you know what, that was mean, but I think maybe I still have the advantage here. She can have this round. I kept running for home. I didn't stop until I was a block from the house, to cool down and stretch.
I pulled out my ipod and tried it, and guess what? It was suddenly working again. I feel like I passed some sort of test.
I should wear tight shirts more often.
I was a few blocks from California, the halfway point, when I gave myself permission to walk the rest of the way home. I was winded. "Just round the corner, then you can walk." But while rounding the corner, my ipod stopped. Or rather, the headphones stopped working, because the ipod seemed to be running just fine. Damn. I put it in my pocket. By then I was headed back home and I'd hit the plateau and the endorphins kicked in. I kept going and felt fine.
As I approached Kedzie, I told myself again. "You can walk the rest of the way home." I stopped at the light, but when it turned, I kept running. This isn't so bad.
From across the four lanes of traffic, I saw a group of people, two adults walking a little dog, and two teens trailing behind. "Step it up, pudgie!"
Wait, what? Did I hear right? I turned and one of the teens was looking at me and the other one appeared to be laughing. Naw, I'm being paranoid. Then I heard him yell again, something something, pudgie, but at this point I was half a block away and not turning.
Not even 50 steps later, I passed some people on the sidewalk, and I heard a woman say, "you got a few more pounds to lose, buddy." It took a second for it to register, but that is definitely what she said. I turned around, jogging backwards. The man she was with had turned around to look at me, but when we locked eyes, he quickly turned back. For a moment I hesitated and started to go towards them. I had no idea what I would say. Maybe just run past them again, circle back, look her in the eye and smile sweetly. I was about to do it, but then I looked at her closer. She was this white lady, a lot older than me, a lot more bedraggled than me (hungover, high, exhausted, or all of the above), and her clothes were worn. I decided, you know what, that was mean, but I think maybe I still have the advantage here. She can have this round. I kept running for home. I didn't stop until I was a block from the house, to cool down and stretch.
I pulled out my ipod and tried it, and guess what? It was suddenly working again. I feel like I passed some sort of test.
I should wear tight shirts more often.
