Hey There, Hot Stuff (And I’m Not Just Talking About the Merchandise)!

First, this thought that went through my head during my tempo run yesterday: If I’m going to throw up, at least let it be AFTER I finish my 20 pace minutes.

So, I was completely ok with throwing up (because that means you’ve pushed yourself as hard as you can) as long as I could finish up my workout first.  Every day I’m amazed at this complete weirdo I have become.

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Yesterday, The Boring Runner blogged about getting his first mid-run cat call.

I laughed because I know.

I get honked at or hollered at least once a week.  It usually happens when I’m running alone (or when Aaron is far ahead), but having him next to me doesn’t seem to deter people either (it should be noted that I never run in my wedding ring, but my guess is it would make no difference).

This practice baffles my mind for so many reasons. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable as much as it makes me question the motives and mentality of these hootern’ hollerers.

I also don’t really take it as a compliment.  Luckily, I derive my self-esteem from sources other than drive-by shouting.

The post prompted several comments from other ladies who also deal with this, so I guess at least it’s not just a New Mexico machismo man thing.

I can guarantee that I’m speaking for everyone here when I say that no date has ever resulted from a man in a car cat calling a female runner. Or, you know, a female calling out to a male runner.  However, if this is the way you met your life partner, no judgement, and can you please share because I’d love to hear the story!

But truthfully, I don’t think dates are what these men are after.  It’s not like the slow down and get to know us better.  Or even turn around to get a second look.  Perhaps they are just attempting to raise our self-esteem by causing us to jump when the horn goes off unexpectedly?

Also, I am not hot.  ESPECIALLY when I’m running.

MAYBE if I looked like this when I ran, I would understand:

But, I don’t.  In fact, I usually look like this heel striking and all (not to mention that I look like a 12 year old):

Also somewhat surprising is that 90% of the time, the offender is driving a newer nice pick-up truck, so he presumably isn’t a high school student.  Also, this usually happens in the morning, or shortly after work, so these people should be relatively sober.

So, I have no reasonable explanation.

Man people: Any insight into this strange social ritual?  I’d like to think that your mamas raised you better.

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Aaron showed me this video last night, and it had me laughing.  I’m not a bike rider, but I would TOTALLY do what this guy did if something of mine got stolen.  His commentary on the matter is pretty priceless.

Happy Thursday! SO CLOSE to the weekend!