What's that junk in your truck…?

Ok, ok… so I’ve recently been reminded just WHY it was always suggested to sprinkle a bit of power in my shorts before running or cycling. Wendy Ingraham had always clued me into this secret and I seem to have long forgotten…

Powder – OH SO DIFFERENT from chamois creme, people!

Over the last couple of months I have been product testing for “Anti- Monkey Butt” Powder (think you like the name — ohhhh, just wait!).

One of the things that differentiates powder is that it ABSORBS sweat and ultimately reduces friction. No woman likes to admit to “chub-rub” …. (i.e. your inner thighs rubbing together when you run) …. but most of us who eat more than 500...

Yowzers!

Usually when I run on the trails of Colorado I am mostly thinking of avoiding rattlesnakes. I admit to having the occasional concern that a mountain lion is nearby but that usually passes quickly. I’ve seen elk at a distance, deer, and even saw 3 ram while on my bike early in the summer. I have not yet seen a bear but my friend, Kim McCormack, recently pointed out a huge pile of what she identified as “bear poop”. (Apparently you can tell the difference because bear poop has “seeds”. Who really knows this stuff???)

Imagine, though, coming across THIS…..

Funny women!

Get this.

I read an article from some magazine on the plane during my trip to Steelhead last week – I can’t remember where I read it – but it made my blood boil a little.

It said that men aren’t attracted to funny women. This science-type person tested whatever it is they test to tell us how we work and made the discovery.

Originally, she had asked men what they were attracted to in a woman and nearly all of them listed “sense of humor” as an important trait. Turns out they lied their penises off.

Upon further analysis, she discovered what they really meant was that they like women who laugh at THEIR jokes but don’t make any of their own.

Apparently, humor is a sign of intelligence and men feel threatened when a woman displays too much of that.

So, that’s me screwed then. Or not, as the case may be. Either way – pah, and indeed, hmph!

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