I’ve been a bit (read: ass over teakettle, eyeballs deep) busy, but I have a follow up post on my “Do you jog?” post. There were a TON of great comments and an overwhelming majority to kick me in the junk whenever I use the term “jog”. Stay tuned for that. The post, not the junk kicking - I hope.
Now that I am working in town, I spend a solid 60 to 90 minutes a day with my ass in the car
The other day, I saw something that not only got me laughing, but got me thinking. I was driving along, bumping and grinding to the latest Ke$ha song, I saw not only a personalized license plate but also a window sticker that made me do a double take. Here it is:
Of course, this picture taken while I was in park, not moving. . . . .
Zooming in a little more, you can see (sort of) that the window sticker says “Once you go gimp, you know you’re a pimp” and the handicap license plate says QUAD.
Politically correct? Noooooooo. NOT AT ALL. But, still enough to make me laugh on a long drive to work. As I continued to drive, I got to thinking about when I run I often times think of running for those who can’t. Sometimes I'll think of someone who has cancer and is too weak to walk down the hall, let alone run. Or, I'll think about running for the para/quadriplegics who through one circumstance or another have lost the ability.
That day on the road, I decided if I am running for anyone – it is for that dude. Because he is comfortable enough in his own skin to make fun of something that others cannot. So, my 15 miler tomorrow will be for the handicapped guy with a sense of humor on the morning commute. Get your pimp on, man. Happy Friday!
Bonus! I've had this song in my head for the last.....3 weeks. There are some swears, but for some reason it makes me laugh all day long. Enjoy!