There's a naked woman on my running trail

It’s not often you find a naked woman standing on your running path.

Otherwise Mo would make me take up water polo instead. (how DO they get those horses to hold their breath for so long?)

And yet, there she was.

Our miserable weather finally cleared up a little today, so once the thermometer crept up to 72 I bundled up and headed into the wilderness.

I haven’t been on the beach course in a while. It’s a pleasant enough trail, paralleling the bay through downtown. The usual assortment of strollers, runners and Crazy Homeless Guys.

And then.

A thing was sticking  up on the right side of the path.


Apparently, rather than fixing the three-foot pothole in my street, we’ve added public art to my running course. I wasn’t wearing my glasses so I didn’t know what it was.

Till I got closer.




IT’S A NAKED WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!

And she seems to be giving me the come hither look.(full disclosure: I have never actually gotten the come hither look, other than the Baby Kat when she is trying to lure me over to where the cat treats are).  I now know exactly how Jason and the Argonauts felt. Or maybe that was Josie and the Pussycats. I get my mythology and Saturday morning cartoon programs confused.

What to do?

On the one hand, I promised Mo to be faithful and I’ve pretty much held up the bargain, other than the occasional Meg Ryan movie.

On the other hand, there she is. Calling to me. Slow down, sailor. What’s your rush? Sit down on the bench and take your shoes off. DEAR GOD WHAT IS THAT STENCH PUT YOUR SHOES BACK ON.

The rest of the run was sort of awkward, knowing that she’d be waiting for me on the way back. I sucked in my belly, picked up the pace and fast-forwarded npr to a piece on Timothy Geithner to enhance my worldy appeal. She just stared.

Oh, well. I’m glad the city has deemed it important to embarrass me daily. Luckily, the temps are supposed to plunge back into the 60s tomorrow, so it’s back to the tm. Now if the sirens could just lure the city guys over to fix the cavern in my street …


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