I'm cooling down from my last run before Thursday. I'm ready. And the underwear helped. Of course, you have to deal with a wedgie, but that's better than ass sweat, in my opinion.
I noticed one common factor out there during my morning jog...women. They're all out there exercising. The men? They're walking dogs. I see more men who look pregnant than I do actual pregnant women. And I have one thing to say to you Men, stop walking the dogs and get some damn exercise. Your women are getting in shape, staying healthy while your belly hangs over your belt, and you ask for second helpings of meatloaf and mashed potatoes and drink a 6-pack a night. We don't think it's cute. It's disgusting in fact. We only put up with it because we don't look at it. We avoid looking at it. Sure, we love you, but we don't love your belly. Ever wonder why men typically die younger than women? Wonder no more.
August 10, 2009
Men are walking dogs
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Good for you for running in the heat! And I do always wonder how very uncomfortable that sagging man-belly must be -- it's heavy enough when you're actually pregnant, but at least then you have the entertainment of a kicky little baby.
BTW, unrelated to the post, but thanks for your comments -- and the Triangle is the area where we live (Raleigh, Chapel Hill, Durham -- not to be confused with the lovely but not as good Triad, which is Greensboro, High Point, Winston-Salem).
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