I'm Sorry For Living In My World....whoever you are

Alright, the posts have been straying. I would like to redirect back to the "me show", if y'all don't mind.

Today was Saturday. And on Saturdays, Sebastian doesn't have to work and that means I get to take my long run that I soooo look forward to all week long. (And I know today isn't Saturday). But I woke up and my husband was home, so my mind thought Saturday. and it also thought, oooh. good run day.

I let him get to the gym first because he had already drank his protein shake and then he had like 38 minutes until he needed to work out or the drink would have been in vain- how can I argue with that...

Well, he got home and I was ready for my jog outside. I took Oso out for potty and hey, hey, hey. We have winter. Needless to say, I changed my outdoor running plans. This is Texas, y'all. 78 is nice for jogging. 75 is nice for sweatshirts. You hit the 40's and we are just ridiculous around here. Really. I had Sebi dressed like that poor little boy from "A Christmas Story" all bundled up on our trip to the grocery store. I couldn't even fit his car seat buckle on him. So while I'm all off on this tangent, can I just ask those of you who live in colder temperatures.....


Do you have a separate car seat adjusted for the cold weather clothes???

back to me.

So I drive to the gym (call my dad) and as I'm warming up on the treadmill, my dad and I are swapping "what are your plans for today" agendas. We finish our conversation, I get the ipod strapped on, and I'm good to go. Here is where I apparently became the "gym snob".

Let me explain.

I am blind. Seriously. Y'all remember the term coke-bottle lenses. That's me. Only science has progressed, so that now you can buy lenses (for an arm and a leg) and get a lens that is just a millimeter less thick than the regular old ones. Wear the coke bottles yourself, and then you tell me that you won't splurge on the extra millimeter...

Remember my other post on running? It's sord-of meditative to me. I get to get outside of the mom/wife/student box and just run. It's very liberating. And if I'm at the gym, I generally take my glasses off because I don't need to be wearing coke-bottle glasses and jogging. There is no vanity here. Really. They're heavy, you sweat beneath them, and then break out like a 7th grader. The choice is obvious.

As I said, I'm blind. So removing my glasses is like jogging in a room full of mixed blobs. I really don't care, because generally I'm just focusing on whatever tune I've got playing, or the thoughts that are just running through my head.

But up walks someone who says, " you're rude. I've been talking to you from across the room and you just stare, like I' m not there. At least acknowledge my voice before you blow me off."

As the blurr is walking off, I slow down the treadmill to a walk and put my glasses on and think, gee...do you think you just ruined my run?, Mr. I don't know who you are. I didn't see you. I was staring off blankly, probably much like a blind person because I can't see- my glasses were off. And I'm sorry, but you were saying WHAT???