13 July 2010
The Lady with Abs
Recently I was in Portland cheering on my sister as she ran her second marathon. Watching a marathon is quite fun as the people watching is amazing. For the most part the participants are in good shape, which means the likelihood of seeing attractive women is increased (as is the saturation of attractive men for all my female readers). Secondly, many runners turn to odd antics to get through the race. Whether it is an odd hat, dressing up the dog, or just wearing a bizarre outfit to run in, one is certain to see unexpected pleasures. Thirdly, you will see the participant that looks like there is no way in hell they could complete a marathon. They may be overweight, old, and wheezing; but they will shame your lazy ass as they blow past you. I saw a man run barefoot, but that is trendy now. A dad and daughter ran in bedazzled street clothes. A dog went for a run with its owner. One man looked to be old and starving, running the race "for fun." But none of these fantastic individuals managed to capture my attention like the lady with abs. She turned the corner in front of where I was sitting. Sweat slowly splashing off each of her washboard abs, a sensual glow of athleticism. Simple running shorts and a white jog bra clearly defining her competitive nature and simple pursuit to life. She was a warrior, taking on the course, but focused on the internal battle with herself. The fight to beat the clock. Her long legs laboring silently as she strides long. Her light brown hair was streaked with highlights, badges of honor to the endless hours of training in the sun that now culminate in this one moment. She was focused on the course and I was focused on her. As she approaches she reaches out to me asking me to take a piece of trash as she is not inclined to litter on the course. I acquiesce to the demands of this divine environmentalist. She streaks past me and I find myself eager to run after her. I know I cannot keep up, but my body cries out to attempt. She was the beauty of athleticism personified in movement.
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