Recap of this morning’s 10K: forthcoming. I’m a little beat right now. And have been trapped under 35 pounds of clingy cat for the last couple of hours.
Dear felines: I’m flattered that my lap real estate is selling at a premium today. But seriously? You are kitty-kneading on my bladder and I have to pee.
Anyway, instead doing a race post right now, I’m just going to tell you an embarrassing story from this morning.
Because my store/team sponsored this race, I landed myself a “VIP” entry. One of the many exciting benefits of this (aside from the free mimosas) was that I got a zebra-striped bib with my name on it.
(Also, did I mention the free mimosas?)
Anyway, after I crossed the finish line, this hot guy came up to me, handed me a chilled towel and a bottle of water (VIP!), and said, “Hey Shelby! Great race today!”
And me? I was caked in sweat and salt and, as I later discovered, had a booger stuck to my cheek.
And I couldn’t for me life of me figure out who this guy was.
I stopped and squinted at him. Was he a customer at the store? A lesser-known teammate? Someone’s co-worker’s boyfriend’s roommate who I met at a networking event after three glasses of wine?
“Um…I’m sorry, I’m sure we’ve met before, but I can’t remember your name,” I stammered as I mopped my forehead.
“Oh, I don’t know! Have we met?” Hot towel guy laughed. “I just, you know, your name is on your bib….”
Well, I’ve gotta get back to tonight’s program of choice: an Animal Planet special on Madagascar. Lemur sex FTW!
Se ya tomorrow with that race recap….