I have taken up running. Due to unbearably hot Alabama weather, I go early in the morning. I wake up at 5:15, roll out of the bed (literally), lace up the running shoes, and head outside. I look like death ... with no makeup, my short hair pulled back in a poor excuse for a ponytail, one of those stretchy headbands that seem to look so cute on soccer player girls, and my mismatched workout gear.
Toward the end of my run today, as I was pouring sweat and my pace had slowed to what is barely called a "run", I spotted three strapping, shirtless young men coming around the corner toward me. Remembering how much I looked like crap, and thinking that they were surely thinking I was the worst runner ever known to mankind, I started saying the word "shit" repeatedly. Somewhat to myself, but definitely out loud.
As they rounded the corner I instantly recognized two of them. Hot grocery store guy, and his friend, who just so happens to be a history professor at Montevallo, and isn't bad-looking himself. Hot grocery store guy looked directly at me with a don't-I-know-you-from-somehwere look and said hello. I wanted to hurl myself into the bushes. Maybe I'll see him at the grocery store this Sunday, when I'm not looking so much like trash, and I can "accidentally" run into him on the cheese aisle.