Out For a Run
May17
One thing that is evident when you visit Sandy Eggo… everybody seems so active… especially at the beach areas. Some while back, San Diego was deemed America’s most fittest city. If you google this today, San Diego comes in third… behind Washington DC… and Minneapolis (?). Huh?
Well, one thing is certain. I have never looked good in shorts… and so I’m with Randie on the non-shorts-wearing. Since I moved to NorCal (really, it’s Central Cal)… I don’t wear shorts…. don’t even own a pair.
Having lived in So. Cal, Hawaii, and Arizona, whether I look good in shorts or not was irrelevant. (Though I generally only wore either swim trunks or long pants when outdoors in Arizona. That Sun; he bake your bare legs in the dessert, man!)
So does Randie not like wearing swimsuits, either? Most swimming attire has a certain level of leg nekkidding.
No… Randie isn’t much of a swim-suit-er. She was overweight in high school… she got self conscious about how she looked in a suit. It sorta ruined it for her… Oh, wait… that was me… still… we share that experience.
My wife shares it with you as well. She was overweight through high school, she tells me. I’ve seen photos.
BUT… she lost the weight through college, where I first met her.
Unlike Randie, however, my wife took the opposite route and owned a white bikini. I saw it for the first time on our honeymoon, in Hawaii. WOWZER! I took a picture of her in it. Our sons have seen it and they just can’t make the connection. *lol!*
Best thing (aesthetically) about being Native American? Lack of body hair and a natural Coppertone tan. The drawback, at least in my case, is being mistaken for a girl on a regular basis.
Aha…. you have the long hair then? It’s nice having that tan, ain’t it!?
I have a waist-lenght ponytail. To be specific, I do an uncanny accurate cosplay of the Avatar Korra.
Having a distressing nest of vericose veins on my legs from a very young age, I don’t like wearing shorts either. Fortunately I’m practically heat proof after working in kitchens my whole life, so Mr. Sun can’t break me! 45 above Celsius? Jeans weather.
When I visited Aix-en-Provence, they were in the middle of a heat wave…now, mind you, it’s warm there to begin with! I was dying! I had a pair of zip off pants that I got at REI. They were not cotton and didn’t breath all that well. I just remember being so sweaty and lethargic on that trip. One up side… I got used to having a few glasses of VERY cold Pastis in the afternoons. Do as the locals do.
I’m not sure if anybody saw… the annual “Fittest City in America” report was just released (what great timing!)… Washington DC topped the list for the third year in a row. Minneapolis/St Paul took the number two spot followed by Denver and then Portland. San Diego took 10th! What?
I will wear Capris or utility shorts if the temperature requires–extra weight, old veins and all. Anyone unappreciative of the sight is invited, as always, to cast their critical gaze elsewhere. Ms Randie (and others) might need the encouragement that high school was a heckuva long time ago; she (and them) are cutie-patooties now and deserve to leave the Mean Girl memories in the dumpster.
Some thought patterns and habits are really hard to ditch. None-the-less, Randie has to get over her more pressing gnome issue before she can move on to other hangups.
Capris work, don’t they. My legs are so white, nobody deserves to see that kind of albino legg-ness.