Friday, January 11, 2013
Yes, I'm Wearing Pants
Christmas Eve morning was downright cold in North Texas. To get a head start on the stress that was most certainly in front of me, I headed out for a six mile run. You would have thought I was Santa Clause, an elf or flying reindeer based on the nutty looks I was getting. More than several cars passed by in the opposite direction with the driver and passenger looking at me in disbelief.
I smiled and waved at most of them, because I’m just friendly that way. Internally, I was thinking to myself what could possible be wrong? Was it because they thought I was avoiding family time and selfishly spending time away from them? (the family was probably still sleeping, but I’m not going to lie to you and say there isn’t some truth to the concept). Maybe I was supposed to be doing last minute shopping.
Fear suddenly set in as I thought momentarily that I forgot to put on pants after the athletic briefs. I looked down immediately and….yes, I was wearing pants. Shorts actually. I don’t like running in pants and I’m still not comfortable in running tights. I know, I know…get over it. But I don’t like the way I look in skin tight leggings and I certainly don’t want to put others through the visual experience either.
Suddenly, it all became clear. They were looking at me because I was wearing shorts in sub-freezing temperatures. Not super cold mind you. Maybe it was 28° with little or no wind. I certainly was not cold, but non-runners don’t get it. These people driving in their cars with full winter coats and hats simply thought I was crazy. “Look Bill, there is a crazy man running half naked down the street. Do you think we should call the police?”
Last night I went for a run in the rain. I wanted to try out a new light weight rain jacket and there is really only one way to test these things. My neighbor pulled up at I returned to the neighborhood in the downpour. She shouted out her window that I was crazy and smiled. I wonder if she meant running in the rain is crazy or the fact that I was again wearing shorts.
Run in Peace, Rest in Grace.