So I got my first wolf-whistle in several years while running today. Haven’t had that happen since my days living around UNR, when I used to run around the dorms and rental neighborhoods during the party times at night. Men with beer whistle at anything that moves (heck, occasionally they'll attempt to chase it down, despite wearing flip-flops and sloshing a half-finished can of beer), so it was really more awkward than anything, but it could generally be considered an compliment, in a roundabout fashion.
Anyway, it’s amusing to me that I received this lone wolf-whistle today, because while I’m always vaguely flattered when men do that (even drunk ones that can't tell their shoe from a toilet), I don’t know why it always seems to happen on the days when I’m slogging through my long run of ten miles, and I know I look like absolute crap. My hair is everywhere in full-frizz flyaway mode, I’m (literally) pouring buckets of sweat, and my entire face is redder than Ronald McDonald’s nose. I'm usually also making odd, random faces while I sing along to whatever song is on my iPod (lately it's been a lot of rap, so you can also add goofy hand gestures to that mental image), and my glasses are constantly having to be pushed back up my sweaty nose.
I'm not exaggerating here when I say there is nothing deserving of a wolf-whistle about that slovenly, red-faced, arm-waving, face-contorting, stinky, sweaty mess, because really, on a scale of sexiness, at that moment I would probably be lucky to barely edge out a horse that had just rolled in it’s own manure.
Which, for the record, I have no problem with, since my goal during my runs is to end up looking like I actually worked for that finish. I'm totally okay looking like crap, because it means I did my job. I just get really confused as to why thats wolf-whistle-worthy.
Oh, well, I’ll still take it as an off-color compliment. Made the last part of my ten miles more sexy-feeling, anyway, and, I'll admit it, gave me a small instant gratification boost with regard to my butt, because the guy actually rubber-necked to look back at it while he was driving.
Only thing that was more gratifying was running by him a bit later, pulled over for speeding. It's probably breaking karma laws in admitting that I found that more gratifying, but I try not to question things too much; just run right past 'em and wave as they fly by.
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