B just told me if I were a *Native American my name would be…
“Nostrils that Flare”
Awesome. He’s a real sweet talker.
While he may not be good at Sacajewea-esque naming, he did come up with a pretty good one for my baby Garmin watch…
Now, I spent five full days in Mexico, and a week or two in Houston, so my Spanish is pretty good. I think we (as in, Garmin watch & I) can pull it off, despite my pale skin, blonde hair, and mid-western bloodlines. I can totally see it now :
– Scrambling to get out the door for a last-minute run : “Where the F is Andalé??!”
– Peppy and chipper looking forward to an easy mid-week workout : “Alright B, Andalé and I are off to the bike trail [ho hum diddly hum]”
– Struggling through a long run : “Andalé, are you lying to me? There’s no way I’ve got that much more to go…”
– While it beeps at me during the Nike Women’s Marathon, where I’ll undoubtedly fall below pace going up and down all the danged hills : “SHUT. UP. ANDALÉ. SHUTUP!”
Runners are weird anyways, I don’t think talking to my phony-Spanish GPS watch will raise any red flags.
I’ve got three loves now, and two of them are Mexican,
*corrected on his behalf, so he wouldn’t sound like an un-PC jerkoff