Buffalo in Spandex

 It’s the time of year when that herd of seasonal runners come out from behind the 10 pounds they’ve gained over the winter in all their pudgy splendor.

Think bears with a full fridge.

There should be a law that men can’t wear Spandex, their private parts incarcerated with a little too much definition for my taste, if you know what I mean.

And the women look like ads in their new expensive togs and state-of-the-art sneakers sashaying like weekend houseguests who aren’t quite familiar with the grounds.

You and the 20 or so other all-year-rounders try to be patient like all good hosts, but sometimes it gets challenging.

Like this morning.

I was a bit later then usual so the light was already up. There’s a Spandexed woman in front of me, on her phone, I’m trying to pass. The trouble is, every time I do she slips in front like a car careening on the freeway.

Finally after a few minutes of this mindless behavior, I call out.

“Hey, could you please let me by?”

She ignores me.

I say it again. Ignores me again.


She jumps hanging up her phone.

“Well you don’t have to yell,” says this 45 maybe 50, hard to tell with all the face work, how old she is exactly, her make-up done like she’s ready for her close-up.

I, on the other hand, look like one of the boat people in my old shorts and hoodie, sneaks that need replacing since my left big toe is waving to the folks back home.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention,” I say, “but you’re been on the phone, which by the way, really kinda defeats the purpose of being out here…

She tries interrupting.

It’s a time of personal meditation, not the coffee hour. You know what I mean?”

She ponders this, to her credit then says, “Well, my doctor told me to start easy, so I was just walking, to get my body ready.”

For what, a massage? No I didn’t say that.

Instead, feeling guilty for yelling, give her a few pointers inviting her to join me, which she happily agrees to do.

“You’re like a personal trainer,” she says, taking a slug of water from the little plastic bottle hooked to her Fendi fanny pack like a .38.

“Running sure works up a thirst,” she says, after we go maybe 30 feet.

When we get to the westside cutoff, I excuse myself.

“You’ll be fine, just keep running at that moderate pace.”

“Thanks,” she says, as I leave.

When I turn around, there she is, back on her phone, strolling like a well-heeled snail.

Good thing she brought water since, talking sure must work up a thirst.  





About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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15 Responses to Buffalo in Spandex

  1. OMG! We all know people like that. I walk in a mall a couple of mornings a week. It’s definitely a senior crowd with walkers, canes, etc. I keep looking for an orderly pushing a wheelchair. I’m never sure if their goal is to exercise their jaws or their body but I still admire that they come out even if it’s for companionship rather than exercise. Just wish they’d stay OUT OF MY WAY!

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  2. It’s like January 2nd at the gym when suddenly you consider the use of weapons to show the newbies what seniority looks like at the treadmills. Something tells me you won’t be seeing jabber jaws too often.

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  3. Rubenstein, Hal says:

    Entertaining. Hal

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  4. Each to their own. Me? not a runner but can’t wait for this leg to heal enough to do some serious walking.

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  5. It’s a totally different experience to jogging here. Out on the trails here, you’d be lucky to see another person in an hour. 🙂

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  6. I cackled that she strolled like a well-heeled snail.

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  7. skinnyuz2b says:

    There should be lanes like cars have. Slower traffic on the right, ha ha! Two of my kids hike in the woods and up the mountain on our property and that of neighbors. They go for around 5-6 miles a day, much of the terrain is almost straight up. It’s safer that the side of road and they always get shots of wild life.
    Susannah, sometimes I think you have the patience of a saint. I’d bring one of the air horns and honk it at the slow pokes.

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