Those of you that have followed the blog for some time will know that one of my conundrums in life and have posted on is snot rockets and when I should teach my girls this amazing skill. I still haven't taught them, mostly because I like being married, and I haven't spent much time thinking about it.
One of my super powers is that I can do some really annoying or disgusting things subconsciously. I click pens, pop my gum, crack my wrists (not knuckles but wrists) and a whole host of things that my other people have told me that I do but I don't realize that I'm doing it.
Today I was running on my local trail that goes in front of a restaurant. This restaurant is located precisely so people can spend money on food and drinks and have a nice view of the Columbia river. The multipurpose trail is the only thing between the civilized patrons and the river.
I tend to stare toward the restaurant was I run by because I like food and there are some windows in which I can see my reflection and I like to see what I look like when I run.
Today as I ran by looking hungry and trying to see if I look manly in my running tights, I caught my reflection as I launched a snot rocket. I disgusted myself and I can only imagine how the people in the restaurant felt.
I effortlessly was gross. Now I'm a bit paranoid because I wonder what other things I've learned to do from triathlon that is really gross.
Help!
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