“You could be my wife.”
I know, two entries within like 4 hours is a little much, but I wanted to write about one thing so I don’t forget. We just had cake for Celia’s birthday, and I remembered one amusing thing that happened after the erg session. I was walking along the path by the river, with my iPod in and sunglasses on, in my shorts and long-sleeve t-shirt, probably still red-faced from the erg. And there were these two guys riding their bikes. They barely got out of the way enough for me to get by them, and as the second guy passed, he turns and looks at me and says, “You could be my wife.” That’s it. Nothing else. I don’t know if he even smiled. Just said I could be his wife. I don’t know if that was offering me the pleasure of his company or if he already had a wife and I just really looked like her, but I have a feeling it was the former. Not a way to get a girl, I’m afraid. He didn’t even ask, just told me it was a possibility. Anyway, I don’t think I really reacted, it was so strange. I might have with my eyes, but he wouldn’t have been able to see because of my sunglasses. I just kept walking. Pretty bad when that doesn’t even faze me, not that I get hit on that much. Maybe it was just because he looked strange, too. That’s enough writing about that.
One more thing. Just as I apparently have asthma when I work out over here, I apparently have worse allergies over here. I’ve been sneezing quite a lot for the past few days, or having my nose tickle like I’m going to sneeze and then nothing happens, which I hate, and then my nose runs. No other symptons, so I assume it’s just allergies. Well, now I have a cough and a sort of sore throat, but that’s just one more pleasant side effect of the ergs.