the air was thick
very thick. how about that humidity eh? woah. i have horrifying story for you but first, running stuff!
i didn't roll out of bed this morning for that quickie run. hence, the anticipation was really building for tonights run! i was very excited! woo! i got home with JUST enough time to whip off the stuffy work clothes (threw everything all over the place) and whip on the running digs, look in the mirror and shout and pump fists and flex and u da man, then drive to a decent running spot. hehe. The Lakes were out (too far), but nokomis was in.
Hal suggested trying to uphold the goal marathon pace during today's 7-miler. my secret (not secret anymore) goal for the marathon would be 5 hours (11:26 pace). that would really put a smile on my face. i will love it anyway but maybe 5 hours is possible too. who knows. anyway, tonight i did
10:50
9:46 (oops)
10:12
10:27
10:45
10:45
10:52
while running, i checked the pace after mile 1, and again after mile 6. otherwise i just tried to run what i thought was about a 11:00 pace. tonights run was easy. i hope i don't jinx anything, but i felt good even in the humidity.
yet at this point, holding 11:26 for a marathon seems way too tough but i will keep that goal tucked away and see how the rest of the training runs go. i should be clear that i DO NOT plan on trying to hold 11:26 paces during my long runs because that seems too fast right now for anything over 10 miles. this weekend, 12-13's would be fine. i hope it cools down!
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you can't tell anyone else this story! shhhhh. keep it on the low down.
had lunch with some people i work with today. cool place, good food, and busy. btw i had a grilled chicken sandwich with fruit on the side. the sandwich was awesome, didn't feel hungry for the rest of the day/night.
our waitress was very much a cutie. i really liked her arms. i don't usually notice girl arms but hers were very tone and i could tell she worked out. she goes around the table with the orders, blah blah blah, she smiles at me i tell her my order, i'm kind of blushing (SUCKS) and so forth.
she kept coming back to the table and smiling at me! i'm smiling, she's smiling. she's not even asking anyone else at the table how things are going at this point. hmmm. maybe i wasn't so secretive in my admiration of her beauty? anyway. i swear i wasn't staring.
then she brings the tab and acts like she is going to give it to me, i sort of fake like i'm paying for every one (it's so obvious that i'm not the one paying) however i sort of lean in to take the check and she giggles when the big boss man says hey i'm paying. well anyway, long story short we seem to sort of have this thing going on. then some unexpected commotion down below! oh dear me please tell me there is NO movement down there oh please God let there not be something stirring, this is lunch and its packed and we are about to leave and there is no time to think about baseball to get everything settled down and i am just wearing suit pants. cripes! the more i think about baseball the more i know i can't get up from the table. please, please, please everyone keep talking lets stay here all afternoon. no here comes the waitress again, no! go away! no smiling! no! shucks. so then everyone all at once and abruptly (it seemed) starts to get up from the table to leave. and i'm just like what the heck am i supposed to do here? i can't even finish the story, its too embarrassing. maybe later. bye now!
i didn't roll out of bed this morning for that quickie run. hence, the anticipation was really building for tonights run! i was very excited! woo! i got home with JUST enough time to whip off the stuffy work clothes (threw everything all over the place) and whip on the running digs, look in the mirror and shout and pump fists and flex and u da man, then drive to a decent running spot. hehe. The Lakes were out (too far), but nokomis was in.
Hal suggested trying to uphold the goal marathon pace during today's 7-miler. my secret (not secret anymore) goal for the marathon would be 5 hours (11:26 pace). that would really put a smile on my face. i will love it anyway but maybe 5 hours is possible too. who knows. anyway, tonight i did
10:50
9:46 (oops)
10:12
10:27
10:45
10:45
10:52
while running, i checked the pace after mile 1, and again after mile 6. otherwise i just tried to run what i thought was about a 11:00 pace. tonights run was easy. i hope i don't jinx anything, but i felt good even in the humidity.
yet at this point, holding 11:26 for a marathon seems way too tough but i will keep that goal tucked away and see how the rest of the training runs go. i should be clear that i DO NOT plan on trying to hold 11:26 paces during my long runs because that seems too fast right now for anything over 10 miles. this weekend, 12-13's would be fine. i hope it cools down!
------------------
you can't tell anyone else this story! shhhhh. keep it on the low down.
had lunch with some people i work with today. cool place, good food, and busy. btw i had a grilled chicken sandwich with fruit on the side. the sandwich was awesome, didn't feel hungry for the rest of the day/night.
our waitress was very much a cutie. i really liked her arms. i don't usually notice girl arms but hers were very tone and i could tell she worked out. she goes around the table with the orders, blah blah blah, she smiles at me i tell her my order, i'm kind of blushing (SUCKS) and so forth.
she kept coming back to the table and smiling at me! i'm smiling, she's smiling. she's not even asking anyone else at the table how things are going at this point. hmmm. maybe i wasn't so secretive in my admiration of her beauty? anyway. i swear i wasn't staring.
then she brings the tab and acts like she is going to give it to me, i sort of fake like i'm paying for every one (it's so obvious that i'm not the one paying) however i sort of lean in to take the check and she giggles when the big boss man says hey i'm paying. well anyway, long story short we seem to sort of have this thing going on. then some unexpected commotion down below! oh dear me please tell me there is NO movement down there oh please God let there not be something stirring, this is lunch and its packed and we are about to leave and there is no time to think about baseball to get everything settled down and i am just wearing suit pants. cripes! the more i think about baseball the more i know i can't get up from the table. please, please, please everyone keep talking lets stay here all afternoon. no here comes the waitress again, no! go away! no smiling! no! shucks. so then everyone all at once and abruptly (it seemed) starts to get up from the table to leave. and i'm just like what the heck am i supposed to do here? i can't even finish the story, its too embarrassing. maybe later. bye now!
posted by brent at
10:31 PM
15 Comments:
Oh man, sometimes it really sucks to be a guy. Did you have a breifcase or a folder of any kind? Papers you brought with you?
Did you at least get her digits?
By
Anonymous, at 7:59 AM
Should have worn that new underwear...lol.
By
Dawn - Pink Chick Tris, at 8:23 AM
Did you at least get a number for your troubles?!?
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Mia Goddess, at 8:24 AM
Ha ha...should have had those UnderArmor's on! You can't leave us hanging like this (no pun intended?)! Did you get her number, or did you scare her away?
:)
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:), at 8:54 AM
O dear god. How mortifying. What would Ms. Manners say? At least we know you're healthy :)
By
Megan, at 9:36 AM
Wow, just like in the seventh grade. You'd better start taking your trapper keeper or a raincoat or something to lunch.
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Scott in Washington, at 10:43 AM
ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod i cant stop laughing.
ohmygod thats too funny.
ohmygod i love it.
and by the way 5:00 is my goal too!
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a.maria, at 11:03 AM
LOL B!! Where were the Under Armors? Men are SO hilarious!
I really hope I have never caused this reaction from a stranger! Ew, ugh, don't think about that too much b/c you will get weirded out!
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Tiggs, at 1:02 PM
Normally, I'd give some macho guy response like, "Man, you need to get laid!" But since I know you are not exactly that type, I'll say:
Man, you need to find that special woman that has your same interests, motivations, and outlook on life. Someone that stimulates you intellectually, who is interesting and fun to be around, and who you could really form a long term relationship with....
AND THEN GET BUSY!
:-)
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Shawn, at 1:46 PM
That's awesome. I hadn't ever considered the effects of flirting quite that way before.
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Anonymous, at 3:27 PM
I'm with Elle--either had I....
Let's just put it this way: at least you weren't taking pictures of jumping cats and inadvertantly, um, include parts of yourself in the picture...
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vj, at 5:07 PM
I can't believe you owned up to that story. I would be so embarassed. I mean, I can relate but woah Nelly.
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David, at 8:24 PM
Yeah, David’s' right. Good on you for posting something like the story you told. It’s a classic.
I find it noteworthy that several of the women said you should wear more restrictive underwear. I can still remember when I went from briefs to boxers. It was such a liberating feeling even if the change wasn't readily apparent to others. I felt like, “I'm here; I'm comfortable, deal please.” I’m not sure what the female equivalent is – maybe wearing comfortable bras or shoes, I’m not sure. I know they get saddled with way more uncomfortable equipment than we do.
Guys are supposed to be the, um, the forward ones in our society and on good days that works out for us but on others... well I think we all have a memory or two of desperately hoping we won't be called to the front of the room or be asked to get up from the table. Sometimes the body says, “The light is green, go! Go! Go!” and we say, “Can I just die now, please?”
Landing in an airplane often does it to me from some reason, must be the change in pressure, I don't know. Look around you next time everybody is hustling to get their bags from the overhead bins before the door opens. I might be the guy looking out the window.
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Scott in Washington, at 1:18 AM
I am laughing so hard. You are HILARIOUS.
I can't speak for any other women, but I've never in my life been insulted when I realized I had caused that particular... phenomenon in a male. It's flattering. Go get her number.
Also, and I don't mean this in the, ahem, "belittling" way, but I don't think other people notice IT very much, anyway. Fantasies aside, most girls aren't staring at your crotch. (They're looking at your ass.)
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M@rla, at 8:08 AM
i'm late but great story. very cute! I agree...great that you told the story. Brave of you.
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Anonymous, at 10:50 PM
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