Happy Dia de los Muertos!!!
But that’s not why we’re here. We are here to discuss my plight as a hopelessly attractive runner.
As it turns out, I am a guy magnet.
I suppose it’s my tantalizing tush. Or maybe the manly scent of the 110s. Or my come hither moan. For whatever reason, guys flock to me like flocks.
I’m running on treadmill No. 4. Three empty machines to the left of me, four empty machines to the right.
Over the course of an hour and 15 minutes, THREE guys run. THREE of them choose the treadmill next to me. Why? Why must I be so attractive to males? Why can they not resist my oh shucks charm? Why must they run with their elbows extended outward?
Six miles, 12:48 pace. Felt pretty strong. This stuff could be working. Or I might just be trying to impress the guys …