Dear Cute Boy

Dear cute boy running by the dog park,

Right off the bat, I'm willing to forgive you for having a small dog instead of a big ol' man's-man dog like a golden retriever.... we'll work on that.  I'm going to go ahead and assume that it was a family member's dog that was going to need to be put down unless you could step in as the hero of the day and take it in.  You're right, that is awfully admirable of you.

Moving right along, to explain my staring slash gawking this evening, I must admit that I have pretty poor vision, so I was eyeing you for quite sometime presumably "checking you out."  When you smiled and waved (yes, at this point I wasn't even aware that you were looking back at me, again blame the eye sight) [sidenote:  how do I not get struck by cars while running?  Christ....] I can only imagine that I looked like this:

In fact I know I did, because my nose is mondo-stuffed up so I was a horrendous mouth breather on this run.  Additionally, I distinctly recall that my mouth was wide open and quickly shut my trap to smile and wave back.  See!  I can be cute!

Meh, who am I kidding, I more often look like the former than the latter, if we're going to get really honest.

ANYWHOSITS.... We should probably get together.... discuss our future golden retriever's name, and start planning out our 2011 race schedule (jk, it's already planned out.  I hope you realize that what this actually means is I'll just be convincing you to run the same races as me in 2011, right?  Mmmk).  Let me know when you're free.

xoxo
Jerbear
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Other than waving and smiling at my future husband, t'was a pretty uneventful run.  Oooooooooook, it was amazing, because I'm still on that "my runs are like unicorns and rainbows and kittens and sparkles."  So there's actually a chance that the guy I was gaga over on my run was actually Aaron and I was too blinded by the run's awesomeness to realize it.  FML.

I did 7.5 miles in 1:11:59 for a pace of 9:34.