SERIOUSLY!?!

Sophia and I went out for a short run this afternoon and I wore a t-shirt, a short-sleeved t-shirt. It felt warm, it even smelled warm. You'd think on a day like today there would be more people out, running, walking enjoying the fact that winter is finally over, but the town we live in isn't necessarily an 'active' town. In the two (non-consecutive) years we've lived here I've actually never seen another runner. Well, that is not true, I saw one, last year a lady who looked sporty enough to be somewhat serious. I thought back then: "Good. I'm not the only one." But I haven't seen her since--so I guess I am the only one.

People turn their heads when I run by, like I'm some abnormality. I want to say: "Look, just because I'm not sitting on my stoop smoking a cigarette and watching people go in and out of the Cumberland Farms doesn't make me abnormal, in fact it makes me normal," but I'm usually running and don't want to be bothered with stopping.

Once you go about a mile you're out of town, and the roads around here are actually some of my favorite on which to run. Many of them go past old farmhouses, along stone walls and over babbling brooks (yes, I said "babbling brooks"). But the problem is, to get there, you have to run through downtown first (because we live in the middle of downtown), which inevitably involves running past someone on their stoop smoking. I don't mind it when I'm on my own, but with the Sophia in the jogging stroller, the gawkers seem more menacing. Today they were down right rude.

As I jogged down main street a pick-up truck drove by and its occupants hooted at me. I supposed I could take it as a complement that I'm making progress with my weightloss goals, but then a second pick-up drove by and some guy called out: "P***y!"

SERIOUSLY!?! How perverted do you have to be to yell that at a woman, let alone one who is pushing a baby in a jogging stroller?