tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post6004001984241887928..comments2023-10-30T05:34:56.126-07:00Comments on I Am Prepared to Give Up at Any Time: Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-2517832195151204232006-09-27T17:46:00.000-07:002006-09-27T17:46:00.000-07:00PT, there's no law against ogling.PT, there's no law against ogling.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02233465085998331063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-68666349139162732022006-09-27T17:03:00.000-07:002006-09-27T17:03:00.000-07:00Ooh, speaking of handsome boys...
Part of my run ...Ooh, speaking of handsome boys...<br /><br />Part of my run today had me alongside a pack of ultra-fit, shirtless high school boys. I can certainly say that I enjoyed the distraction :)<br /><br />Shame on me! I am a TEACHER, for God's sake.The Pensive Turtlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09204847524308572246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-54227340235189651292006-09-27T10:47:00.000-07:002006-09-27T10:47:00.000-07:00Zelda1, perhaps you've romanticized running a bit?...Zelda1, perhaps you've romanticized running a bit? Hmmmm?<br /><br />Siôn, A perfect O shape would be impressive in its own right. I'm in favor of a bulgy oval.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02233465085998331063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-77729534705304580712006-09-27T09:39:00.000-07:002006-09-27T09:39:00.000-07:00"perfect V-shape"? perfedct-O, surely?"perfect V-shape"? perfedct-O, surely?Siônhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10303027131500724177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6570740.post-29114590124623740592006-09-27T03:38:00.000-07:002006-09-27T03:38:00.000-07:00That is why I hate going to the park, all those he...That is why I hate going to the park, all those healthy people, running in little shorts, exposing muscles and lean flesh, and it makes me want to curse them, yes, curse them right then and right there, but I don't, i just shake my head because I know the sad punchline to one of life's unpleasant jokes. So, instead, I close my eyes and remember when I ran and how I never saw anything unpleasant, only the trees whiz by and at the end of my run, I stood there, jogging in place for a little more time and then left the trail, feeling good that I did my run and didn't fall on my ass or sprain my ankle or felt the sting of a bee. Yep, those were the good ole days.zelda1https://www.blogger.com/profile/04212809913449846878noreply@blogger.com