Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Why Running Track Sometimes Sucks
The other day I was running along the side of the road in the outfit shown above, wearing my hair in the ridiculously dorky segmented ponytail that is the only style I've found capable of preventing tangles during practice.
I was nearing the end of my four miles when a truck sidled up behind me.
The young man behind the wheel slowed and rolled down his window but instead of calling out simply followed at a leisurely pace.
I looked behind my back, perplexed. Could he have been lost? It was obvious from the driver's appearance that he was a student at my school and he didn't give any indication of not knowing where he was.
I was just about to stop and ask him if he needed directions when he leaned out the window, smiled, and whistled at me. I hadn't even fully processed my shock when he and his friend drove off, roaring with self-congratulatory laughter.
In the dark, they'd mistaken me for a woman.
My cheeks simmered with embarrassment and I silently thanked God that the rest of the team had been far enough ahead of me not to witness the little incident.
I guess I should look on the bright side, though; at the very least, this means I have great thighs.