Time for new shorts

So I meet my running partner early in the AM and as she walks up to talk to me I notice she takes a quick two steps back....I assess the situation and realize it is the second day I am wearing my sweaty running shorts and I forgot to shower in them yesterday. Oooops. Aren't women supposed to have a better sense of smell than men in general? I guess I have become immune to the smell. Anyway, I used to have three pairs of running shorts but somehow two sweaty pairs have gone missing....hmmmm.

We were nearly attacked by a very angry monkey this AM, but we realized it was chained as we ran through the Kampung. I'd be angry too if I were chained up. As we ran home a small boy fell off his bike and slammed his head against the pavement. We all stopped to help him but his father quickly picked him up and gave him a nice swat on his backside...I guess a swat on the bottom will take the pain away from a bashed in head.... go figure...we ran on before my partner kicked the father's ass which would have meant we got our asses kicked by the whole village.

We met a friend running this AM and he had just returned from running a 5km loop around the zoo. "Hey, you want to hear something really scary?" he asks. "This morning I was running around the zoo. As I went around the corner where the alligators are usually in the secure canal area there is this huge alligator sitting on the corner that apparently got out. It was too late; I was running too quickly to slow down and as I nearly stepped on its head it suddenly got scared and ran in the bushes (Yeah, scared of the smell - I think he was wearing the same pair of running shorts three days in a row). I nearly shit myself," he sighed. I think he already had.

V and I watched the movie "Touching the Void" (named after the same book written by Joe Simpson) the other night. A great account of a climb in Peru that went horribly wrong...don't worry it does have a happy ending. It made me stop whining about the blister on my hand from the Vespa clutch.