With no running clothes in my closet, I wore yoga pants, and my husband’s team fleece pullover and shirts to train for the race.
Race day. I felt a bit self-conscious wearing that fleece pullover, emblazoned with the triathlete’s badge of honor, Swim – Bike – Run. Only triathletes can wear that badge; and I am definitely not a member of the team.
But, my husband merely laughed, and said, “Wear it. It’ll keep you warm.”
Pre-race sign up; we all mingled through the crowd. At one point, I was alone. And that’s when I got busted.
Some guy, came up from behind me, and put his hands around my waist. He pulled me in close, as he sternly whispered these words in my ear: “No one is allowed to wear that coat unless he’s on the team; or if she’s sleeping with someone on the team.”
It was my husband’s coach, whom I had never met before that day.
I guess I qualified.
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Hands around your waist? That’s a little familiar! Was he offering to sleep with you?!
That kind of gave me the willies (no pun intended), too!
See, I knew there was a reason not to like running.
ha ha ha!
oh… see, now I read the other comments, and I just assumed that he knew who you were, and so felt like he could tease you a bit… but I guess it could be creepy, too.
No, seriously, he was teasing me. I had never met him — but he had seen my picture, and I think my husband gave him the heads up about how nervous I was wearing the coat.
Triathlete by proxy; sounds good to me.
Heh. What Lisa said.
I think that was cute. You should have turned around and planted a big ol’ wet kiss on him and said oh excuse me I thought you were my hubby. lol I love shock value just as much as the next guy. (gal)
Good honest ribbing then – how was the race?
I usually despise over familiarity but this cracks me up. Sounds like he and your hubby were in cahoots to help get rid of those pre-race jitters. That would’ve knocked ‘em outta me!
Obviously, it’s simply a typo — you’re not a triathlete, but a try-athlete, which is still way more than most do.