Now, for those of you who live outside of the Twin Cities or Minnesota in general, you may not be aware that it's been a little snowy here recently. Aww, who am I kidding? Old Man Winter is beating us like a red-headed stepchild. Most of the roads are plowed, but a good chunk of the public sidewalks haven't been hit for a while. So, the footing is pretty bad. I only averaged about 10:30 per mile. But, with all the huffing and puffing at least I knew I was getting a good workout.
I stopped at a gas station at the half-way point in my run. First, I needed to get some cash from the ATM (I like to multi-task with workouts whenever possible). Plus, I needed to de-fog my sunglasses. While I waited, I started to chat with the attendant. She said, "You must be a jogger, huh? You look like you're a jogger. My sister is a jogger too".
We chatted for a couple minutes longer, but man, for some reason being called a 'jogger' rather than a 'runner' really got to me. Of course, I didn't correct her because I live in Minnesota, so I'm a classic passive-aggressive. Read: I won't say anything to your face, but I'll gladly rip you anonymously on the Interwebs when I get home.
For some reason, the word 'jogger' conjures up images of pudgy middle-aged men in sweatsuits shuffling around the neighborhood, or trendy moms pushing giant 4x4 strollers while yakking on their Bluetooth. I'm a RUNNER man. Runners are machines. We're speed machines. We're Energizer Bunnies in sneakers.
I don't know. Should it have bothered me so much? Probably not. What do you think?
In any event. I bid adieu to my buddy at the gas station and headed back home through the snow. When I got home, I snapped a few quick pics.
Here's one of my bacalava:
|As you can see, it keeps me plenty warm.|
|I do NOT suggest wearing this on your head to keep warm.|
Incidentally, when I did a Google image search for bacalava, the first result was the following image, which begs the question: what possible circumstance would require you to wear a bacalava while topless?
|I can't imagine any practical use for this outfit.|
|Pasty Skin + Sweaty Ta-Tas = Super Sexy|