Halloween is a different kind of fun from what it used to be. I was once the costume queen. Fantastic face makeup combined with bits and pieces of impromptu costuming made my kids the envy of the neighborhood. And of course, I always dressed as the most alarming witch in town and scared the pumpkin out of anyone who rang the bell. It was all great fun. But this year Thing One and Thing Two are off to school and I saw no reason to stay at home and answer the door to strangers. So I went for a "fun run" with Himself and our running club through the streets of Boston.
Please don't be impressed. It was a pathetic attempt at best. The only reason I wasn't all by myself two blocks behind everyone else was that I threatened Himself with grave bodily harm if he left me alone in the dark on the streets of South Boston, dressed like a pumpkin, while he went on ahead. Since he closes his eyes to sleep (and the rumor is that I don't) he wisely considered to slow his pace. We ran a bit less than a mile to the first bar where the group had a beer before trotting along to two more bars. Dinner was a plate of nachos covered in cheese and jalapenos. I picked off the peppers. They are a vegetable.
I was easily the oldest person in the group. There were half a dozen twenty-somethings who looked amazing in their form-fitting running gear. They talked to one another all the way along the route. They joked and chatted. While they were running. If they hadn't been so nice I would have enjoyed hating them and cursing them with my last breath, which I was convinced was imminent. Still, somehow I made it and remained as dignified as a pumpkin can be. And while I was out, my mouse pad must have been visited by a wicked witch, because as I look up I see a pile of empty Butterfinger wrappers sneering at me. More Halloween magic! Better lace up those shoes....
Please don't be impressed. It was a pathetic attempt at best. The only reason I wasn't all by myself two blocks behind everyone else was that I threatened Himself with grave bodily harm if he left me alone in the dark on the streets of South Boston, dressed like a pumpkin, while he went on ahead. Since he closes his eyes to sleep (and the rumor is that I don't) he wisely considered to slow his pace. We ran a bit less than a mile to the first bar where the group had a beer before trotting along to two more bars. Dinner was a plate of nachos covered in cheese and jalapenos. I picked off the peppers. They are a vegetable.
I was easily the oldest person in the group. There were half a dozen twenty-somethings who looked amazing in their form-fitting running gear. They talked to one another all the way along the route. They joked and chatted. While they were running. If they hadn't been so nice I would have enjoyed hating them and cursing them with my last breath, which I was convinced was imminent. Still, somehow I made it and remained as dignified as a pumpkin can be. And while I was out, my mouse pad must have been visited by a wicked witch, because as I look up I see a pile of empty Butterfinger wrappers sneering at me. More Halloween magic! Better lace up those shoes....
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