Runin’ down a dream

A friend of mine and I were talking about spandex and it triggered a memory I hadn’t thought about in a long time.

When I was in college I ran cross country, if you can believe it. In fact, I was the team captain my Senior year at my college. I ended up running four years in high school and four years in college. I don’t think I was ever in better shape than those eight years. But I digress…

For practice, I used to always wear these black biker shorts and sometimes my regular running shorts over them, but sometimes not. There was this girl, and for the life of me I can’t remember her name, but she had a bit of a crush on me.

One evening after practice and supper, she caught up to me to walk back to the dorms or some such. I just remember talking in the stairwell of my dorm and her constantly checking out my package, having worn the spandex biker shorts sans running shorts. She was having a terrible time keeping eye contact with me. I remember thinking this must be what it’s like for a girl with huge breasts… not that I’m Tommy Lee of Motley Crue myself or something.

I can’t run anymore since I really hurt my ankle and eventually will need surgery. However, I think I still have those running shorts…