I am getting the hang of this running thing. A few more weeks and I might even be a pro.
But at this point, running is not completely second nature. Case in point:
Sunday afternoon my little darlin’ Adrienne coaxed me off the couch to go for a run with her. It was a beautiful day, a really perfect day for a run.
Being a tad behind on laundry during our vacation week, I decided to forgo the awesome sweat-wicking shirt I bought last week in favor of a regular old t-shirt. Adrienne lent me her iPod, we put on our sneakers and we were on our way.
I jogged about 20 feet before I realized something was bothering me. Then another 10 feet and it hit me.
I forgot to change into this:
Not sure how that happened, but I didn’t notice until it was too late. Rather than climb back up the mountain that is my driveway, I decided to just run with what I had on. I had great music, and thought I could just deal with this crappy bra for one run. Right?
Another 3 minutes into the run and the iPod died. “Connect to Power Source”. Bummer.
Now, I promise not to be too graphic. Suffice it to say, in the “handing out line” of God, I went through the well-endowed line more than once. Maybe even more than twice.
So running without the proper attire is really quite awkward. And with no iPod I was left to my thoughts.
Jiggle Jiggle, Boom Boom. Jiggle Jiggle, Boom Boom. Quite rhythmic, although it did get a tad boring.
I ran mailbox to mailbox, making sure I was walking in front of peoples homes that I knew, lest I become the brunt of a PTO meeting joke. “Guess who I saw all boob-floppin’ in front of my house the other day? OMG it was Kelly!”.
I am quite sure that is one mistake I will not make again.