A runner’s PSA

Good evening folks, it is time for another one of my well thought out PSAs to the world. Today’s topic: running in public.

Now I know I can’t even manage to make it through the C25K program, but that doesn’t mean I ain’t freaking trying. I still consider myself a runner and even moreso, a public runner. I mean public as in I run outside at the local park. I like scenery; not nature, but scenery. Since I run in public, I make sure that I am dressed appropriately and acceptable for public. There are some, however, that need me to create a PSA to know what is acceptable and appropriate. This specific one is directed to males.

I may lose my “woman card” here, but guys, please don’t run without a shirt on.

You are not Ryan Gossling, you are not Channing Tatum, you are not even David Hasselhoff. I realize it is blazing hot in the Lone Star state, but you need to cover up. For reals. It is awkward as all get out for me to be running, listening to my awesome boyband music, and see you running towards me with your pecs/manboobs bouncing and staring me in the face. I am the queen of social awkwardness, and even I cannot out awkward this kind of situation. I have to dart my eyes in eleventy billion directions just to make sure I don’t make eye contact or nipple contact, and that is the last thing I need to be worried about while I’m wheezing through my last mile of my run.

What’s even worse is the guy that was just standing by his truck for 15+ minutes with his shirt off. He just stood there while I made my second pass of the 1.5 mile track. What was he doing? My first thought was that it was part of his mating ritual. Obviously it hadn’t worked since he was still alone during the second pass, and instead continued to awkwardly stand there by his truck.

So please, PLEASE keep a shirt on. For the sake of other scenery inspired runners out there, save our gag reflex a few involuntary spasms and just throw on an old college band tee. Keep your nipples out of sight and out of my mind.

Much gratitude,
EMP

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Starting Anew

My name is Pea, and I hereby promise to get back into this little shindig I have here. I promise I will contribute at least once a week, and I promise it’ll be more than just “Oh em gee y’all super busy!! Peace out, yo!!” I really want to get better at this, and as my last full semester in school comes to a close, I want to start sharing stories and mishaps as I try not to ruin the lives of hundreds of thousands of students for the rest of my career.

I especially think it will be hysterical as I try to weave my way through my student teaching semester realizing (as if I haven’t already) that the last few years of education classes and mathematics courses have been of no help when pressed for answers by angsty, hormonal teenage kids unhappy that they’re being forced to learn such horrifics as quadratics, trigonometry and algebra. THE HORROR!!!

I (thankfully) only have a short time left of this semester, and it won’t end soon enough. Don’t get me wrong, getting more scholarship money than I actually need, and being inducted into the KDP honors society is pretty rad, but I have this thing called Senior Project that is about to drive me up the wall. So bear with me, as I try to get back into the swing of things around here. I will hopefully not disappoint.Until next time, please enjoy this. You’re welcome