I had a very serious post all ready to go for today.. However, that post will have to wait. Who wants a post about the plan of attack for PRing my half-marathon in two weeks when I can tell you a tale that is sure to leave you giggling your butt off instead?
That’s what I thought…
This tale starts off like most other weekend mornings. I got up and dressed for my long run, only to discover Texas was going to pretend to be WNY for the day and drop to almost freezing temperatures. Okay, so more like 40 degrees… But it really is astonishing how quickly you can get used to 80+ degree weather… Naturally I went back inside and ruffled through my piles of unorganized clothing to find my Oakley Running Pants… My most favoritest pants in the world… & back out the door I was to pound out 9 miles.
I’m running along a trail in the hill country and suddenly I feel a sting on my knee. I didn’t think much of it.. Kept chugging along.
Oh hello there hill country. I love you, you’re my new best friend. That is all.
Okay so back to the story. I keep running thinking nothing of the sting. It went away and figured maybe some shrub pricked me on the trail. lalala listening to my tunes and then BAM. sting again in the same spot. What the heck?! I pull up my pant leg. There’s a stinkin little fire ant. Ahh, yes.. I’m really in Texas now. I pick the little jerk off and keep truckin’ along. A little bite by a pesky fire ant isn’t going to stop me.
I keep on running and a few miles later I am further into the trail and suddenly I feel a sting on my ankle, immediately followed by a sting on my ASS!
All bets are off at this point. Thank goodness I was in the middle of a trail in the hill country, but to be honest it wouldn’t have mattered if I was in Time Square. I YANKED my pants off and pull the ants off my butt cheek. Shake out my pants, inspect them to make sure there aren’t any more little jerks roaming around in there…. Start to pull them back on…..
and then hear giggling in the distance.
Seriously?! I look up and there are two boys who can’t be a day over 12 laughing and having a good ole time at my expense. At this point I yank my pants on horrified and dart off into the trail. As I’m running along I realize just how ridiculous this all was and start cracking up. To the point where I’m in tears, and my sides hurt and I had to come to a complete stop, and all I can do is shake my head and laugh. Yeah, those boys got a good look at me in my undies. Big whoop. I was a gymnast and dancer growing up, I was still wearing more than I did at my gymnastics meets.
Yeah, that is my toosh. I’m sure I’m begging for creepers by posting that, but honestly.. I had to share it. This story is so ridiculous I feel it needed proof. LOL however, although the ant biting my butt is hilarious and all, the bite on my knee is way worse…
So, you’re welcome!! I hope I made your Monday full of giggles. Anytime you get a case of the Monday’s just think of me frantically yanking my pants on while immature boys are giggling in the distance.
THIS IS MY LIFE GUYS!!
What’s the funniest story from one of your runs? Come on.. we all have at least ONE.