I got invited to a new group of moms in the area who are starting a monthly girls' night out. I knew most of the ladies from other things, but this is the first time we've all hung out together at a bar. So about one drink into the evening, my barefooting came up in conversation, and one of the other moms (Who I met/talked to for the first time last December) said, "The first time my son (11) saw you running, he though you had an emergency." She responded, "it might be, but she seems to be running pretty slow for it to be an emergency."
They went back and forth about what my deal might be, noticing that it was a little cold out, and normal people wear shoes when it's not summer. yadda yadda yadda, she finally concluded, "She must've lost a bet."
The whole group had a good laugh at the "bet" conclusion, and the fact that I run really slow.
Good times.
They went back and forth about what my deal might be, noticing that it was a little cold out, and normal people wear shoes when it's not summer. yadda yadda yadda, she finally concluded, "She must've lost a bet."
The whole group had a good laugh at the "bet" conclusion, and the fact that I run really slow.
Good times.