Old Ladies Need Tongue, Too (Apparently)

As I was doing my walk on Grace Street this morning, a guy yelled at me from behind, "Hey, do you run the 10K?"

Not even slowing down, I shook my head no and kept on.

Just my luck, he was on a bike, so he pulled up beside me.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I'm a walker, not a runner," I told him.

He went on to say that he always goes to watch the 10K and the marathon, that he's fascinated by the sheer number of people who participate.

"Last year I saw 21 people throw up during the race," he bragged. "I used to be in nursing training, so I know how hard it is on your body to do that and sometimes you just puke."

Good to know.

"Did you hear about that 88-year old that ran last year?" he inquired.

I hadn't.

"Yea, after she finished she came up to me and asked if she could hug a young man to celebrate finishing, so I told her sure."

Clearly young is in the eye of the beholder because this guy had to at least 50.

"After she hugged me, she gave me a big old kiss," he over-shared. "Would you believe she slipped me the tongue?"

Good god, I didn't want to hear this, although I gave the guy credit.

He probably made that woman's day and for all I know, he may have given her tongue back.

Still, I picked up my pace.

From behind I heard him say, "Nice talking to you. I'm turning here. Have a great day!"

I'm actually a very normal-looking person.

I will never understand what it is about me that causes people to say the things they do to me.

On the other hand, my walks are seldom dull.