Think First
I was running again.
I’m SUPPOSED to be walking, but I felt like running.
OK, I won’t lie. I walked like I’m told to at 4:00AM yesterday morning, but this was 5:00PM.
I’ve got two things coming up.
I’m taking the boys to UFC 98 on May 23 in Las Vegas, and then the very next week I’m going to New York to see all my MD people!
I’ve got to look good, y’all! If that means some extra cardio, well then that just means some extra cardio.
So anyway…it’s East Texas in May. That means it’s hot, y’all. That’s what I’m getting at!
So, I’m in my little white t-shirt and I take off running. I did my usual five miles. Seems to be the magic number for me and jogging.
And everyone I knew in my entire town drove by. I even got a marriage proposal hollered out the window from one guy. I didn’t know him; so I don’t think he’s serious, but I did go register at Target just in case.
I got honked at and waved at more times than I could count! I was laughing by the time I got back to the gym. (Remember that honking part, it’s important for later!)
But again…picture it…
I’m in that white t-shirt, which is by this time clinging to my sweaty body.
I burst open the doors to my gym, as the guys are used to me doing.
I don’t enter the gym, so much as I explode into it.
And I’m trying to peel the wet, clingy shirt back from my body as I blurt out to my friend Martin, “Lord have mercy on my soul, Doc Martin, the honkers are out today!!!”
And I knew it the moment I said it.
And he was about to say something, which I’m sure wasn’t very nice, until I put up my hand in shush-it mode.
“Wait a minute. Let’s start over.”
And I exited the gym.
And then I turned around and came right back in. I had to reenter my code and everything. It was very dramatic.
He’s just standing there, staring at me blankly. (No doubt wanting to call me a moron.)
He’s about to speak and again the shush-it goes up.
“Hey Doc Martin. How are you? I just had a really good run. Lots of friendly people out today!”
I was going to keep going, but he put us his shush-it, shook his head, and grinned as he walked away.
I don’t guess it ever hurts to be reminded to think before you speak.
(But there really were a lot of honkers out yesterday. I promise there were.)
