The Working Girl Blog #27: Thought I'd be jogging alone today, or Seems it's my day for indulging in girl clichés To see all of Bobbie's "Working Girl" blogs, click on this link: http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/19261/working-girl-blogs

I woke up late today. Well, actually, I haven't slept much. Still a little too jazzed about the news I received yesterday, I guess.

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Anyway, I was in and out of sleep, and the upshot of it was that I woke up late for my usual 7AM Saturday jog. I hurried to get ready. Still, it took me more than fifteen minutes to do so. I don't like to be such a cliché girl, but looking presentable has become a priority for me for a while now. Also, in a slightly cockeyed way, I was actually a little proud during the moments when I act like the cliché image of a girl. Not a very enlightened way to think and behave, I'm sure, and I will never be a good representative for female liberation, most especially since I am not a real girl.

I guess another girl cliché - I didn't want to wear the same thing I wore before so I rooted around and tried to put together a nice outfit - my new white Nike Air Max trainers, an old pair of fuchsia sweatpants (which I only wore for sleeping), and a old gray-black tanktop over my gray t-shirt bra.

Since there were no pockets in the pants, I wore an old fanny belt to keep my keys, wallet, phone and pepper spray. (Given how... unfashionable fannypacks are, I kept it hidden under the shirt).

I left my place and congratulated myself that I was only twenty minutes behind schedule. Anyway, when I got downstairs, I saw two of my previous jogging partners in the lounge. I had assumed that, given I was late, the girls would have gone ahead. But they waited for me. Apparently, they were trying to call me, but my phone was accidentally switched off. And since they couldn't contact me, they decided to wait a while.

We went on our way, this time making better time than before. We had a good workout, in fact it was such as good workout that all three of us were gasping as we finished the hour. We had a little giggle about that, and went to the coffee place for some drinks and to cool off. Seems we're developing a routine. We were all pooped, so we said goodbye after resting for a bit.

I waved goodbye, and went on home a little leisurely, enjoying the cool breeze and the nice morning sunshine.

As tired as I was, I was still thinking of my good news from yesterday. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell the girls, but I think it would have been inappropriate if I did. So I decided right there and then to tell my mom and dad instead, maybe tomorrow. After all, mom said I had an open invitation.

Mom and dad usually went to the eight AM mass, as most of those in the area did, and would hang around with their friends for a while. To be safe, I decided to go visit at eleven. This means I’d just be on time for lunch. No fool am I. Heehee.

   

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