Workout
Numbers.
Well, I suppose with that last post, I really did it for myself. "Too creepy" I said.
On my epic (for me, anyway) run/walk today, I was honked at 4 times, whistled at twice, and, because I stopped to witness progress on a piece in the Sculpture Garden, hit on once.
Yeah, I ate that last post for dinner.
I ran 3 miles, walked two, and high-fived myself once. Quite. A. Day.
Workout Date:
Thu, 04/29/2010 (All day)
Comments
Haha. Getting hit on leaves one feeling conflicted. At once, you may feel excited by the attention, and repulsed by the gall of some men. But you should, of course, always be flattered.
Submitted by amyxualum on 05.01.10 at 07:31.