I tried out a new pair of shorts on my run today. Negative. Stretching was fine. Warm-up lunges - ok. Running -- YAHOOEEE! Let's just say that my shorts took me for a ride. I had to run bowlegged just to keep them in proper running formation. A-nnoy-ing. People were pulling their cars over to see if I needed help. "Nope, I'm good." Sadie and Shasta (our dogs) were a bit confused at what I was trying to do, too. "Fetch." Hey, if I wanted shorts to ride up on my that much I would have bought a $5 ticket at the Lewiston Fair - (I have no idea what that was supposed to mean.) Long story short - big negative on the new shorts.
I was behind a group of guys waiting for a walk sign at an intersection and they were playing some weird game. It was like from a baseball or football telecast, except without the baseball or football - they were laughing trying to sneak up on each other so slap each other's backsides. Okay (I guess - who am I to judge) for grown men in tight pants to do it in front of millions of people because they just got a big hit - but five guys carrying bags of chips at a Pullman intersection? But who am I to judge... They looked at me with the two dogs on a leash and I looked away real quick like I was trying to tell time by the positioning of the sun. I hope I didn't give them the wrong impression. I thought of telling Sadie "sick 'em" but she's too nice of a girl.
Oh, and I ran about 2.5 / 3 miles. It was a Shasta run.