Speedo Man


Taking my dog for a walk after the Defeat of Jesse James Days is a real treat. With thousands of people milling around town eating god knows what and dropping a lot of it on the ground, Sophie was in smell heaven. Jerking me this way and that to smell and then eat everything she could find. Maybe I lost a couple pounds doing that. Never know. She was like a sugar addict in a candy store. It took us about a third longer to take our walk due to her having to sniff out every tidbit from the grass she could find, and believe me, she found them all. That’s good for her though because otherwise her life is somewhat boring so she really looks forward to her walks. Jumping around me while I’m getting ready, she’s so excited to go that she can’t stand still. It helps wake you up to have a 115 pound dog stomp on your feet first thing in the morning.

So we’re taking our walk, and Sophie is finding every scrap of food she can find and scarfing it down, as dogs do, and I’m trying to keep her away from it all. A few years ago she ate a whole sandwich in a zip-lock bag she found along the road. Whole thing, just swallowed it. It came out again, a couple days later, still in the baggie. She wasn’t happy crapping that thing out, I can tell you. Since she doesn’t understand the system and how it works it hasn’t stopped her from eating things she shouldn’t. That’s part of being a dog I guess, but I’m still going to stop her from eating stuff she shouldn’t. That’s part of being me.

We walk for about 45 minutes each morning and that’s 1.7 miles or so. This morning we were almost home when up ahead I see this shining light. No, it’s not a light, I think, but what is it? Aha, it’s a person showing a lot of skin. I realize quickly that it’s a man jogging in a speedo. And nothing else. Cruising along, as happy as if he were normal, in a speedo. “Well there you go,” I thought. “A man in a speedo.” Now I don’t have much trouble with people showing skin in public but you know, there’s just some things I don’t need to see. A man jogging in a speedo is one of them. Nope, didn’t need that this morning. And now of course, I can’t get it out of my head. That’s why I thought I’d share it with you. Now I don’t have hang ups. I don’t care if women wear bikinis or guys wear speedos. I really don’t. It’s just that most of us are not beautiful super models. I know this. I look at myself in the mirror. Never, not once, did I ever think I’d like to go jogging in a speedo so people could get a look at this. Nope. Not once. Maybe I do have hang ups. So that was my morning treat and I thought it too good not to share. I hope you enjoyed it. I’ll just go now and work on my hang ups.

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