I thought I had hit the jackpot with couple #2. The lady was all decked out in running gear, complete with a red face and an ultimate direction handheld, as though she must have just run there. After a few minutes of exchanging pleasantries, I innocently asked, "Are you a runner?" Talk about the conversation becoming super awkward. You would've thought that she was dressed in stilettos and skimpy lingerie and that I had asked if she was a hooker. I don't know if maybe she was embarrassed because she was hot and sweaty & sporting running gear in the presence of all the hoity-toitys or what, but to get her to admit to being a runner was like pulling teeth. Even after I confided the fact that I too was a runner and would also be running the Eugene Women's Half and alluded to the fact that we didn't need to be afraid to let the others know what we were, we still couldn't seem to work up a conversation. Maybe she was intimidated by my obviously speedy running self hidden beneath shorts, a soccer shirt, converse shoes and pigtails... ha ha. When I was talking to Dan about it later he said it was awkward because I was just getting to know her and I ambushed her with running questions. Hmmm... I thought that was pretty benign. I mean she was decked out like a runner... and she ran there, seems like fair game to me. Guess we won't become running bff... oh well.
Anyway, the evening wasn't a total loss. Calvin made several friends, "Red, Blue & Green". As in they were wearing red, blue and green shirts. "Didn't they tell you their names?" "Of course," he said, "but I couldn't remember them, so I called them Red, Blue & Green!" He also spent the entire time playing tag and tagging every single girl repeatedly even though they were practically in tears telling him they weren't playing. Oh, that boy... should be
an interesting year.
Also, it seems like I've been complaing a lot but all is not so bad. For example, this adorable little girl gave me a big hug and kiss after her nap yesterday... that definitely beats a bag of chocolate to ward off taper tantrums.