Claustrophobic, germaphobic, stranger spermaphobic

Why is it when you don’t want something to happen, it always happens? Case in point: My current sun tan.

I have never been a girl to lay for hours under the sun, or step foot in a tanning bed, or put orange blotchy creams on my skin to achieve the white girl, over-Brazilianed look. First of all, my self-diagnosed ADD wouldn’t ever allow me more than 3 minutes under the baking sun before I was jumping up, antsy to do something else; second of all, my claustrophobic, germaphobic, stranger spermaphobic (I’ve heard stories) would never allow me to get anywhere near a tanning bed; and third of all, the nuclear creams, did them once when I was 13 and had pumpkin-coloured hands for like a month after, no thank you! But most of all, I burn, and not a slight, light burn, a nasty, angry, beet red, sometimes eggplant purple burn. Again, no thank you!

I embrace the ghostly white of my skin, I like the non-cancerous tone of my skin, and I lather on a good half bottle of 45+ SPF before exiting the house to keep it that way. But right now, she ain’t so white. I blame the running.


Damn you running!

SATURDAY’S RUN:

  • 9:30 a.m. BG before: 5.4
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (3 hours)
  • Distance: 17 km (LSD)
  • Average pace: 6:24 min/km
  • Time: 1:49:00
  • Fuel: 1.5 12 ounce bottles of Perpetuem
  • @10.5 km BG: 6.6
  • 11:30 a.m. BG after: 12.1 (what the???)
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (1.5 hours)

And why is it when you come across something so unbelievably brilliant, something you’ve never really noticed before, all of a sudden you’re seeing it everywhere? Case in point: smart ass signs.

So, I decided to do my LSD run yesterday instead of today because last night we had a surprise birthday barbecue to go to for one of my favourite running chicks, Blainalina, and I wasn’t exactly sure how I might indulge … what with the insanely talented Cakezilla’s beautiful concoctions


The birthday girl likes heels and purses πŸ˜€ (Thanks Tony the Tiger for the pic!)

And then this morning a group of girlfriends and I were going blueberry picking (more on that tomorrow) so the only time for a long run was yesterday morning. And not even 24 hours after coming across this brilliantly funny website which had all these pictures of smart ass responses to well-meaning signs, I was seeing them everywhere. Along the Seawall, a route I’ve been pounding for months, I came across not one, but two funny signs of my own.


Evil walking man, kind of reminds me of Tim Burton’s characters, all he needs is a cane!


Only in BC πŸ˜‰

Brilliant!

How was your weekend? Any running, cycling, hiking, sign spotting, blueberry picking checked off your agenda?

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9 responses to “Claustrophobic, germaphobic, stranger spermaphobic

  1. Peter Schofield

    It was an awesome weekend Katie! After fueling on the aforementioned cake I enjoyed a wonderful swim, bike, run out at Cultus. I kinda felt bad for Norm who was swimming behind me, LOL πŸ˜‰

  2. Thanks Katie, I am touched that you came out to help me celebrate the end of a decade and the start of another:-).

  3. I laughed pretty hard at that sign thing you posted on FB. I passed it around my office even.
    I am a casper too. There is no SPF that is too high for me. I don’t tan either, I go from red to blister. We are alike!

  4. Just want to point out….this is my second comment today! πŸ™‚ So I need to change the name slightly….Cakezilla….just to go along with the Bridezilla. Thanks for credit! πŸ™‚

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