The New Sexy

I took my podgy old self to the annual "Tomato Trot" yesterday. The kids were all taking part in the fun run and I thought I may as well give it a bash. Someone set the oven to "grill" and it was exceedingly hot. The expectant kind of hot that leaves you waiting for something like a soothing downpour. Ours is a humid hot and so  in no time at all I was covered in sweat. I'll  be honest and say it felt good. The heat, the fellow  trotters, old and young, the view of farm country, large white tunnels where export tomatoes are carefully grown, big skies and small shrinking dams and the fact that I was getting some much needed exercise.

I found a great trotting companion who made the time and kilometers pass swiftly as we chatted the whole way, got into a water fight at one of the water stops and ate blueberries at another. I finally finished the race and spent a bit of time gathering my chickens till we were all in the "silver bullet" and off to the roadhouse for some "I'm definitely not cooking tonight" food. I managed to spill my milkshake all around my accelerator, so had to clean out the car before heading off to the late night grocer for supplies.

I was wearing stretch shorts( ewwww) and a huge white "Tomato trot" shirt , the spoils of my labours. It had chocolate milkshake in a forensic spatter pattern all the way down the front. I was still sporting some dusty old takkies and and a  make-you -wanna-squirm  farmers tan. My hair was post big sweat this-ain't-pretty.This was not in my opinion a great grocery aisle speed dating look. However I cannot tell you how many great looking guys came up to me and struck up a conversation all beginning with the phrase, : " Have you just done the Tomato Trot?" (Well go figure) In all my late night grocering , I have never even had one hot male conversation, I was astounded. I think I just found the "New Sexy" and whoever knew? I'm hanging onto my tomato trot T for dear life!