|There's something about a t-rex chasing you to|
get you to move on out.
Recently I turned 50, and readers shall probably read about it until I get used to it or it gets old. (Get it? Gets old? No, just me?)
Consequently, I broke out the bucket list and read where I wanted to hike 50 miles at age 50 on the Appalachian Trail. (I don't specifically remember writing that on there. Must be me getting old.) Then we moved and I'm pretty sure I couldn't drag HIM or the kid on a 50 mile hike, and let's face it, I don't know if I could do 50 miles on a single mountain hike. (Doubt does arise.) So I came up with 50 miles in 50 days. It's reasonable and I won't be far away from an ambulance. This I could drag HIM with me, and sometimes the kid on her scooter or her bike.
|Needs several reps to really work.|
|What does this have to do with me being obnoxious while|
walking? Nothing, but it's my blog.
One day we're walking down the green way and it's a nice day, so lots of people are out and walking, biking, jogging, getting out while they can. As we pass people I say, "Hi." Half the time they don't say anything back.
Here's where I get strange. I mean, is it that hard to say hi back? No. (I wasn't asking for their first born child or anything of that ilk.) Half of these people are being obnoxious effs. Then I stopped saying hi, so HIM felt compelled to fill in for me. For HIM, they say hi. More women do, anyway. But strangely some men do it, too. (Hmm.)
Consequently the rant began. I theorized that if I said, "Hi," and the person didn't say "Hi," back, then I could say, "I said, Hi, bitch!" and they would acknowledge me, thus validating that I was a person to whom one should say hi. Or validating that I was a person who didn't really care if I ticked a total stranger off on a walking trail. Either one. Upon sharing my revelation with HIM, HIM decided that he should walk ahead of me and pretend that we weren't married. I think I saw him surreptitiously putting the police on speed dial. (I have consequently determined that exercise makes me mean.) (I wonder how that would sound in a trial?)
|I'd look like a complete ass if I ran like I stole something.|
Then I'd fall over and die after 50 feet.
How did they know?
|If you HAVE to exercise, then do it in the most imaginative manner|