Run it out

I want to know what it is about a girl dressed in all black Nike apparel and a hot pink bandana on her head that doesn't say, "I will bust you up if you try to mess with me." After my work out this evening I went to Walmart to buy groceries for next week. When I came out of the store it was raining. In an effort to keep my groceries from becoming totally saturated, I sprinted to the car, unloaded the buggy as quickly as I could, and sprinted back up to the door to return my buggy. Not only did this give me a few extra calories burned, but I also intended to save the Walmart buggy boys one less buggy and give a Walmart patron a dry buggy. On the sprint back to my car I dashed past a group of boys approaching the entrance with a slow swagger (a la "Pants on the Ground") that could not be disturbed by the rain. As I zoomed past them, one of them said, "Run it out. Ooo...girl, run it out." Now, I've seen what I look like after the gym. I've smelled what I smell like after the gym. (I'm smelling me now. It's not sweet.) There is nothing cute or sexy about sweaty Hannah. Are these guys really that desperate for some attention from a girl that they would try to holler at me in my current condition? Not only do I stink and have mascara running down my face, but I know I look like I could hurt someone, even if it was a minor hurt. I think there is something about a running girl that turns guys on. Let me tell you why.

Last Sunday one of my friends was out for a run around the park. She had plotted out her 8-mile journey and was booking along when suddenly, she had to change her game plan. On Sunday mornings the local newspaper sends employees to various places around town to sell the weak excuse of a Sunday paper. As she passed by the man assigned to the park, she felt him slap her booty. Yes, he actually moved his hand and made contact with her butt. He clearly had no idea who he was messing with. She turned around immediately and asked him what he thought he was doing. He, of course, pretended like he didn't know what she was talking about. Here's the thing though. Before I became friends with this lady, I was terrified of her. She's one of those girls who also looks flawless, regardless of whether she's at work, playing tennis or at the gym. Could this man not tell she could rip his arm off and beat him with it?

I just don't think I will ever understand what it is about girls like us that doesn't scare the poop out of these losers. The thing about us though, is that you can't shake us. We'll tell our friends how stupid you are. We will think about how nasty you are. We will roll our eyes in disgust. But we will not stop. We will keep going. So, I guess we will "run it out". But not for you. For us.