Thursday, January 26, 2012
Manners. I forgot mine.
One of the first things I do before I start a long run with friends, is apologize in advance for the truckload of snot that my body produces while I run. A month or so ago, I read that this problem of mine has a name. Rhino something. It has to do with winter allergies. I've never had allergies, but yet I'm led to believe that on a 15 degree day I develop them? I'm skeptical. I'm not a doctor, although...I do drink Dr. Pepper which counts for something at the end of the day.
Anyhow, I know this is going to sound terrible and it's somewhat of a confession but I use running as a right of passage to be gross. I don't want to but I do. The worst part is that sometimes my brain has a problem remembering if we're in the throws of mile 9 OR if we're sitting at a nice Italian restaurant.
This is a true story from 3 nights ago. In the nice Italian restaurant.
Me - Just polishing off some chicken carbonara, I wash it down with Dr. Pepper. I'm an athlete and I'm treating myself to soda.
Me - 5 seconds later - BURP. "Did you hear that?" I ask my husband. Giggle. I look over at him.
Husband - Horrified look. Big eyes that read "unacceptable". He then points to a partition and there are people on the other side of us. Presumably not expecting me or my nasty running manners.
Me - "Gosh, I hope they're done eating"
Husband - "Because that makes it ok??"
Please tell me this has happened to you???