Okay, LNDT has a few dedicated readers that want to hear more stories. Unfortunately, for you people LNDT likes to write about unique and special occasions in her life, not about the normal humdrum activities that you can read about in other people’s blogs. But since you persist….
It’s a good run for LNDT. Although she is DFL, she sets a good pace and leads the DFL groupies throughout the 2nd half of the run. Endurance is improving and she is finally getting into the groove. She still doesn’t like running up hills, but once she’s fully hydrated and the sun goes down, she’s in her element. The trail, though, is shitty and poorly marked (how can that happen on a city trail? Who’s the hare? Oops, Sloppy Ho – the hare razor). LNDT only sees chalk once every ½ block and rarely sees any true trail marks. She occasionally has to ask security guards where the core contingent of runners is headed since many trails peter out into nothingness. Once on 17th Street, though, LNDT does see regular flour droppings every few yards. Monday Sticky Monday is sweeping and running behind her with most of the other DFLs. But he may have f****d us up because while running up 17th, LNDT sees chalk leading up the street but he takes us off trail to follow his map (maybe he thinks he can shortcut). We end up running around 18th and I for about 20 minutes trying to locate the alley the ending circle was on. By the time the alley is finally located, LNDT is hot and bitchy. Stay out of her way!
On the romantic front, LNDT has been flirting heavily with a hottie (hmmm, potential!), but probably won’t see him around until next Thursday. He’s not going on the camping trip since he didn’t know about it and has other commitments on Saturday (damn!). She gives him a few hugs (he seemed to enjoy that!) and calls it an evening. Why are guys fond of hugs? Is it cause hugs usually lead to other things? Or that they can feel how the girl is shaped? Just curious….
LNDT asked MM last weekend to borrow his cooler, but due to a last minute change of carpool plans really doesn’t need it any longer. Nevertheless, she pulls that monstrously large cooler from his truck and takes it back to the bar to return MM’s car keys. The dudes in the bar must think the cooler is loaded with beer and that LNDT is a super Amazon woman for carrying that cooler around. When Bolo pulls the cover off the cooler, though, a stench permeates the air. Damn! MM you need to put some baking soda in that thing! Have you been letting fish heads rot in your cooler? MSM, OFE, WC, and Bolo shoo LNDT out of the bar at this point – who the hell wants the stench of rotting fish heads near them?
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