The fox and the hare
On two of my most recent training runs, guess which of the following things happened to me. Did I
a) get chatted up
or
b) help a very small boy refind his mother?
The answer is both.
"Bonjour!" said he. (The fact he was walking and I was 'running' should tell you how fast I am, plus the fact we could have a conversation at all. Paula Radcliffe can sleep easy in her bed.)
Then he said things like 'do you run here often?' and questions of an ilk this
Yesterday at the lake I saw a boy of about 5, tears and snot streaming down his face behind a tree. "Are you lost?" I said, in the manner of a kindly old lady. "Let's go and find Mummy, shall we?" My heart swelled with goodness and warmth for being such a good citizen. All of 5 minutes later, we found her. I wasn't expecting much, perhaps some tears and my hand clasped weakly in gratitude, followed by Esther Rantzen jumping out from behind a bush as a nearby band played the theme tune from 'Hearts of Gold'. Instead she just looked at the kid and yelled "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" after which I scarpered in case she thought I had been trying to abduct him.
So you see - never a dull moment.
5 Comments:
Wow...
All in training...
I will stay on the sidelines and cheer you all on with my coffee...
oh such modesty. It seems but yesterday that I was shielding you from young men seeking the pleasure of your company for a turn around the dance floor, or something of that nature.
Sounds like you are trying to ensure that your husband accompanies oyu on these running jaunts - what better incentive than to fight off hunky Latinos?
BBH xxxxx
ps who is the hare in this scenario?
BBH, the hare is me, scampering away from the kid's mother.
(I thought the title was a bit complicated.)
Wifey - surely you are also the fox, all dressed up in your fetching jogging gear...love Switzergent
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