We don't run together. I have a very particular pattern from all my years of cross country and soccer and a very particular pace that doesn't really fit the way he tends to run. I also don't listen to music when I run and his pace tends to change with the song on his MP3 player. So he runs when he wants to and I run when I feel like it- our patterns are currently determined pretty much by the World Cup. Ry is willing to wake up and run before the morning match, where I am pretty content to run later in the morning and miss the first drop.
In NYC we didn't run outside unless we were on our way to the Athletic Center to run on the indoor track. I tried it a few times and was serenaded with catcalls, sexual offers and remarks on my attire, running style and body. In DC I still tend to attract a lot of talk (maybe its because I don't wear ear buds?) but so far it has been pretty clean. This morning I was asked if I was 25 by two men in a car, and had a few good mornings from various men, women and children. The topper today was an older man who said "good morning" to me and after I passed said, "That's the way it should be" in reference to a lower part of my anatomy.
Thank you for the pep talk peoples!
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He was talking about your feet, right? ;)
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