Okay, here's something a bit funny. Michael and I were having dinner at this new sushi joint on Lonsdale and L, for whom I sometimes cat sit, comes in. So we chatted a bit and then he left. We used to work together before The Great Downsizing of 2008. Then, driving to the thing we had to go to tonight I saw another guy I used to work with out with his two beautiful daughters and so I beeped and waved. It was like Rtek days on the North Shore. I worked with such nice people back in the day.I remember one time, when a few of us were going to see Work Husband's boxing match, we were walking over to the venue and I'm, shall we say, a strident strider and they were all like "what's the hurry?" and then they started to explain to me (all guys) that you have to walk with a swagger, and so the guy with the two daughters starts doing this exaggerating swagger with his umbrella and another coworker told me that I had to "rock out with my cock out". It was awesome.
But my point was that I really like this picture. See, it has Michael in the forefront with me labouring behind (and yeah, I totally did think that red shorts, blue shirts and a pink water belt was an acceptable ensemble). I like how my bib is totally facking off centre and it looks like I affixed it to myself while drunk, though it was 8am and I was mostly sober.
Additionally, the woman next to me is wearing the same pair of shorts that I have. She beat me by 7 goddamn minutes and she's an age category above me. Jesus. I totally should've worn my other shorts.
To summarize: I have to run a marathon in a week and a half.
I'm going to rock out with my cock out.
And wear the black shorts.
8 comments:
I admire how you both chicken-dance around marathons.
Have you considered a full chicken costume?
Ummmm... what are you talking about?
Ahhh... you mean I look funny when I run, is that it? Cause if so, the joke's on you: I look funny ALL the time.
I LOVE that saying!!!! I'm going to start saying it and doing it. Although everyone at work thinks I have the biggest balls of anyone else. Now I'll have the cock walk saying to fall back on.
I think he means marathons are easy for you... like the chicken dance. Personally I think the chicken dance can be a be difficult. You have to be drunk to do it. And considering you think you looked like a drunk marathoner in the picture then you could be a pro at chicken dancing also. Ok, I'm confusing myself. My 2 mile walk in 20 minutes has zapped my brain functions. I'm sure the 1/2 glass of wine I chugged before walking isn't a factor.
2 miles in 20 minutes? That's a pretty brisk walk, no?
Pseudonym - I keep re-looking at the pic and we all look like a bunch of idiots. Too funny.
Well, it seems clear to me that the pic is obviously mid chicken dance.
;)
(Every time I feel obliged to put a smiley in I'm reminded of a guy on the radio years ago that described it as the literary equivalent of a rim-shot, and then I just feel guilt.)
There are very few people who can keep up with me when I walk, like maybe one person. I had a friend in Memphis that would ride her bike alongside me when I walked. Someone once asked me why I don't just go ahead and run.
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