Saturday, September 23, 2006

Drool Magnetism

Things you won't expect to happen ever, happen at the most inconvenient times.

Well, sometimes anyway. This morning I was up early. I am not a huge fan of early Saturday awakenings but seeing baby smiles made it seem like nothing. We decided we needed some things from the store so I threw on some sweat pants and a winter fleece (because yes, Winter has arrived early on the front range and there's snow on them there hills) and ran to the grocery store.

I had three things to buy and was planning on in-and-out when I bumped into someone I sorta know through someone else. Well, it was actually half of Station 4 (yes, Fire Station) partly made up of a friend of a friend and also, that guy's cousin. Oh Lord, how I'm so charmed by these chance meetings. Thank You. I don't exactly know what happened but somewhere between the baking isle and the dairy isle, I gave a guy permission to get my number from our mutual friend. Of a friend. Or something like that. I have no idea how this happened, I couldn't duplicate the situation if I tried. Apparently, as my sister informed me when I returned home, the attraction may have had something to do with the baby spitup on my shirt. Now that's hot.

It gets better.

After a protein and caffeiene-packed breakfast I decided today, in all it's thirty-eight degree (F) glory was a great day to do my long run. I set out for ten miles and somewhere around mile three I started passing a few more runners. I was impressed by this as early cold tends to shock people into denial but also, I was lost in the new Pearl Jam record and wasn't really paying attention. It was windy, so my hair was blowing out of place- and by "out of place" I mean totally all over the friggin' place. I was sweating, but also, my nose was running. It was sunny, so I wore shorts- but also, it was close to freezing so my legs were red and slightly numb. (I know, I'm crazy. Blah, blah blah.)

Anyway, about mile three I notice I'm being paced. Okay, whatever. It happens sometimes. I glance over, it's a slightly tall man that I know can run faster than he is. I say nothing, and continue to zone. A walker approaches in the opposite direction so my pacer has to cross the path and is now right next to me. I glance over, he says "hey." "Hey," I offered in return, certain the snot was running straight down my face. We chat a little, I turn down the iPod. He flirts, I try to remember to breathe. I ask myself no less than two thousand times what is going on. Somewhere during mile seven, I agree to a running date next Sunday, weather permitting. No numbers exchanged, barely first names. If the weather is too bad, there is a coffee shop near by.

I finished my run, returned home and immediately went to the mirror to check for spitup. Sure enough, the sleeve of my shirt had some sort of drool-like mark. No one knows what it was for sure, but I'm gonna venture to say the next week of going out in public with evidence of having been around a baby is quite possibly the best way to find dates since Rush Week at college.

10 comments:

justacoolcat said...

First comment twice in a row!

(takes a bow)

First, I'd like to thank all the little people that made it possible .. and my family, my agent, Woody Allen, George Lucas ...

When The Wifey first lured me with her charms she was often drool covered from her sibling's babys.

There's gotta be a way we can make money on this and congrats on your 10 mile run.

Anonymous said...

That's hysterical!! Good luck with both. (I recomend the firefighter) Of course FireGuy runs too. ;)

backofpack said...

When you're hot, you're hot! The running date sounds like a lot of fun, but...so does the fireman. You'll have to post a report on both! (Us old married ladies like to live vicariously!)

GirlGoyle said...

The fireman has a hose he can use to clean you of the drool. What I want to know is how you are able to run 10 miles and still maintain a conversation.

adam said...

Hilarious. You know it is even funnier when you realize that if the runner saw the drool mark they probably assumed it was your own snot, drool or spilt food.

justrun said...

JACC- I agree. What do you think is in the drool? Pheramones?

RGF- We shall see. I run slow so it's not like either will want to run with me for long.

BackofPack- Just for you, I will.

GG- It is recommended that one do a long run at the pace at which they can still carry on a conversation. Sometimes, I actually remember that.

Adam- That's what I was thinking- people probably think I'm the drooler.
I feel pretty silly, though, calling 10 a "long run" after reading your posts though. Thanks for humoring me.

Celina said...

Woo-hoo! You go girl! Be sure to "accessorize" a bunch of shirts before your baby-visit is over! And, I was wondering the same thing about having a conversation during a 10 MILE run...that's interesting advice...

Josh said...

Talking while running is a great way to get to know someone. Personally, I am more open and honest when I am out of breath.

deepThoughts said...

Wow! Sounds like you are in for a lot of fun :)

Ginger Breadman said...

oh my god, that's hilarious!