I'm a gym girl. Not like I go with any regularity, but when I choose to exercise, I like it in a structured atmosphere. But it was a pretty day today, so I decided to go for a jog on the lakefront path. It's pretty and everyone seems all happy to be outside, and I decided I wanted to be one of those people. So I did it.
I had what I thought was a pretty good plan. Although the lake is within walking distance, I don't like to, because you have to walk through a kind of crappy neighborhood, and the guys in that neighborhood always make gross comments to girls walking by. So I decided to drive to the beach, park there, and put my car key in my spandex shorts since I didn't have any pockets. So I go for my little run, and I actually go for about 40 minutes, and it was really lovely. I was really enjoying myself. A slow song comes on, and I figure this is a good time to stop and figure out if I want to keep on going or turn back. I check to make sure I still have my car key.
But it's gone.
Wanna know why?
BECAUSE SPANDEX SHORTS ARE NOT THE SAME THING AS POCKETS. yes. It's true.
So I walk slowly back the path looking for the key, which of course I don't find. Duh!! So I have to walk home anyway in my short little spandex shorts through the crappy area and the very thing I didn't want to happen, happened:
A midget told me I gave him a boner.
Outdoor exercise can go fuck itself.