So I bet you are wondering what Murphy´s law has to do with the picture from Bay Watch posted below. Well no worries friends, all will be explained in due course. Now let me set the scene.
Yesterday I was invited to go for a jog. The PUCMM is a pretty large university and the road that circles it's interior stretches about a mile around. It's a pretty popular place for running and exercise, and I had been wanting to take a spin on it for a while, but I just hadn't gotten around to it. Mainly because its just been so hot in the late afternoon that I couldn't stand the idea, and since I have classes in the morning, its not really feasible to walk there, jog around, walk back, and get myself ready, all before class. Unless I get up at 5. And no...just no.
But anywayssss...I got invited to jog yesterday at around 5:30 p.m., which was nice since it had cooled off sufficiently by then to make it tolerable. In fact, it was cooler than normal and gray clouds were starting to gather on the horizon. Nonetheless, Alexis, Lindsay, and I all put on our running shoes and headed out. Almost as soon as our feet hit the pavement, it began to sprinkle. "What's a little rain though?" we thought, ever optimistic "It will be refreshing." And for a while, it was. Running in a lot of rain though....not so much. About half way through our second lap it began to downpour, a steady, drenching rain. Soon it was more like swimming than running.
Still, this would not have been so terrible if I had not chosen to wear a little white athletic shirt for the day. I was just running along, minding my own business, trying to keep the torrential downpour out my eyes when I passed by two men running in the opposite direction. One of them yelled at me as a I ran by "la ropa se está apretando!" or something along those lines, I´m not sure because I was caught off guard and my Spanish still isn´t super great. I was slightly confused as my mind tried to work its way around the English translation of what this man had just announced to the world: "the clothes are tightening?" I thought to myself. Then I looked down and realized exactly what he meant. Gah! my clothes were soaked and sticking to me like glue. I was pretty much a running wet t-shirt contest. Needless to say, I was mortified! But I was only half way around the track and still had another half mile to go! By the time I made it the rest of the way, the rain had eased back to a minor drizzle. Go figure. When I get done running, the rain stops.
In any case, I was relieved to have finished the last half mile without seeing anyone I knew. I wasn´t really in a fit state to be seen by students or faculty.
And that´s when I realized I had left my keys and cell phone with the security guard who works in the building where I give classes. (Security is tight on campus and there is a security guard for each building...and then some). Oh. no.
But there was no way around it. I needed my keys so that I could get home as fast as possible and get out of these clothes! So, sopping wet, I hesitantly walked back towards my classroom to collect my things. Since I don´t normally stay on campus this late all I could do was pray that none of my students would be around. But of course, no such luck. Just as a I had almost made it through the security door to safety one of my students walked by.
"Teacher! What happened?" He exclaimed as he took in my appearance, obviously bemused.
"Oh I just got caught running in the rain," I mumbled as I tried to cross my arms over myself and move away.
"You look good." He said, flashing a smile at me.
I´m pretty sure my cheeks turned 10 shades of pink.
"Umm, thanks?" I mumbled, because what else do you say to a student who is complimenting you because you may or may not look like you just walked out of a scene from Bay Watch.
I´m going to go die of embarrassment now.
Yesterday I was invited to go for a jog. The PUCMM is a pretty large university and the road that circles it's interior stretches about a mile around. It's a pretty popular place for running and exercise, and I had been wanting to take a spin on it for a while, but I just hadn't gotten around to it. Mainly because its just been so hot in the late afternoon that I couldn't stand the idea, and since I have classes in the morning, its not really feasible to walk there, jog around, walk back, and get myself ready, all before class. Unless I get up at 5. And no...just no.
But anywayssss...I got invited to jog yesterday at around 5:30 p.m., which was nice since it had cooled off sufficiently by then to make it tolerable. In fact, it was cooler than normal and gray clouds were starting to gather on the horizon. Nonetheless, Alexis, Lindsay, and I all put on our running shoes and headed out. Almost as soon as our feet hit the pavement, it began to sprinkle. "What's a little rain though?" we thought, ever optimistic "It will be refreshing." And for a while, it was. Running in a lot of rain though....not so much. About half way through our second lap it began to downpour, a steady, drenching rain. Soon it was more like swimming than running.
Still, this would not have been so terrible if I had not chosen to wear a little white athletic shirt for the day. I was just running along, minding my own business, trying to keep the torrential downpour out my eyes when I passed by two men running in the opposite direction. One of them yelled at me as a I ran by "la ropa se está apretando!" or something along those lines, I´m not sure because I was caught off guard and my Spanish still isn´t super great. I was slightly confused as my mind tried to work its way around the English translation of what this man had just announced to the world: "the clothes are tightening?" I thought to myself. Then I looked down and realized exactly what he meant. Gah! my clothes were soaked and sticking to me like glue. I was pretty much a running wet t-shirt contest. Needless to say, I was mortified! But I was only half way around the track and still had another half mile to go! By the time I made it the rest of the way, the rain had eased back to a minor drizzle. Go figure. When I get done running, the rain stops.
In any case, I was relieved to have finished the last half mile without seeing anyone I knew. I wasn´t really in a fit state to be seen by students or faculty.
And that´s when I realized I had left my keys and cell phone with the security guard who works in the building where I give classes. (Security is tight on campus and there is a security guard for each building...and then some). Oh. no.
But there was no way around it. I needed my keys so that I could get home as fast as possible and get out of these clothes! So, sopping wet, I hesitantly walked back towards my classroom to collect my things. Since I don´t normally stay on campus this late all I could do was pray that none of my students would be around. But of course, no such luck. Just as a I had almost made it through the security door to safety one of my students walked by.
"Teacher! What happened?" He exclaimed as he took in my appearance, obviously bemused.
"Oh I just got caught running in the rain," I mumbled as I tried to cross my arms over myself and move away.
"You look good." He said, flashing a smile at me.
I´m pretty sure my cheeks turned 10 shades of pink.
"Umm, thanks?" I mumbled, because what else do you say to a student who is complimenting you because you may or may not look like you just walked out of a scene from Bay Watch.
I´m going to go die of embarrassment now.
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