"No skinny redheaded guys, that run marathons, are allowed in the contest. Saw-wee, buh dems da roo-leeez."
The preceding email came from a friend of mine last night when I asked him if I could join he and another friend in a friendly exercise contest.
Not to make light of Ms. Rosa Parks, but folks....I've been sent to the back of the bus.
Because I have run 1 marathon and because I weigh less than the aforementioned "friends", I'm not fit to participate in their little reindeer games*. The stakes are high, too. After a 4 week period, the loser has to offer a kids playdate at their house for the winner. Folks, I need this playdate. It's been too long since WifeDoodle and I have gone to a restaurant that use tablecloths and don't have balloons at the entrance.
I am all for anyone starting or maintaining a healthy lifestyle. If any of my family, friends, and/or acquaintances want to start, I'm the first one in line cheering them on. Now I'm excluded? Does the fact that I run (in theory) 3 times per week intimidate them? I can't imagine. This is almost as disconcerting as being called an athlete. Basically, between that episode and this one, I can only come to one conclusion:
I'm an effin' stud.
Editor's Note - Since this draft, my friends have adopted a point system that makes it a lot more fair....for them. MWAHAHAHAHAHA.....
*seasonal, funny, and good looking! How do I do it?