Social Workout

Workout

back to the running scene.

3.5 mile run around the Willamette today. 1.25 miles in, a random cyclist biked slowly by me. "You've got a great ass on you," he said quietly, and kept going. I was torn between wanting to say, "Stuff it, creep!" and being secretly pleased. So I yelled a thank you to him.

Then to up his creepiness factor, he doubled back. He lingered for a good long while ahead of me until I was forced to run past him again, and they he stayed back there for awhile. I began calculating what I'd do in the event that he really wouldn't leave me alone. It's three weeks since my last run, so I'm kind of just blowing the dust out; at any rate, regardless of my fitness level, I couldn't outrun a cyclist. Then again, it was mid-afternoon in a relatively public spot on the river.

He approached again from behind. "Seriously, I could watch you all day," he said. "Then it's a shame for you that I can't run all day," I responded. He asked how far I was running; I said 3 1/2 miles. "That's far," he said. "I couldn't do that." He paused. "Well, keep it up, it's working for you," he threw in, and then biked off for good. 

So in the end, 60% awesome, 40% creepy.

Of course when I got back to the office I took a good, long look at my butt in the bathroom mirror. It was OK, I guess.