It finally happened.
a post-work, 3-mile run through my neighborhood in my lululemon reverse grooves and my march for maddie t-shirt with my (rocky training montage) music blasting through my ipod. I was feeling good, there was life in me yet. I could have run a fourth mile, for sure. I stopped in front of the high school for a moment to fix my headband when I heard it.
I whipped around to make sure that the whistling was, indeed, intended for me and my smoking ass, and once this was confirmed, I jacked up the pace and ran all the way home with a smile on my face. I was, after all,Â a girl who had been whistled at. FINALLY. it only took thirty years.
and then I collapsed on my bed. and realized.
it wasn’t a high school I had stopped in front of.
it was an ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.
shitty realization of the day: being whistled at my pre-teens *might* just be worse than never being whistled at at all.
please come on over to Juice today. I’m running a Mother’s Day contest for an XBOX 360 bundle. Come on, you know you want to. There are absolutely no strings attached, and this puppy is valued at $275!
(I’ll be honest, I’m more than a little bit jealous that I don’t qualify to win this)
(I’m guessing with the Lips game, you can probably make your own CandySam video!)
(seriously…GO THERE NOW!)