My lyin’ tattoo

February 21st, 2008 by Thompson Lange

Hey friends, sorry I’ve been out o’ touch. Those of you who commute into Carmel know that I’ve been out on the roads running my soles off. You commuters know it ’cause you all seem to be looking at me with the horror and worry of witnesses to a dog loose on the freeway.

Actually, I guess I AM a dog loose on the freeway. I swear I’m running on a posted bike path, not that that will be consolation if I’m road-kill. But in a town as small as Carmel, when you have to train for long distances you’re going to be running along the shoulder of the highway at some point.

As for the title of this blog entry…for a number of years now I’ve had a tattoo on the heel of my foot as a token of my travels. I don’t see it very often ’cause I almost always have socks on, but the tattoo’s about an inch round and it’s a globe (”world-traveler,” get it? Ain’t I the clever one for branding myself for life with a pun.)

I’ll post a photo of it down below, out of the eye-site of those of you who might be rightfully appalled to see a photo of the foot of someone from whom you buy furniture.

(Lawdy, what’s the matter with me? I’m not embarrassed to show my nekkid foot, but I cringe when I have to introduce myself at business functions.)

Anyway, up until now my tattoo has been a bit of a technical lie as I haven’t really traveled the WHOLE wide world yet. Until next week.

That’s right…I’m off to run the Antarctica Marathon. Yay me! So my tattoo will be honest after March 5th and the foot it’s on will be cold and tired. Much like the rest of the person attached to the aforementioned foot, I’m sure.

I finally got around to buying some of the necessities of a cold climate, like a parka and waterproof gloves. Yesterday…though I’ve been signed up for this run for a year and a half. (My procrastination is mind-boggling sometimes even to me.) I should probably look at the rest of the list, I don’t think there are all that many shopping opportunities on King George Island.

But enough of all this…if you’re still reading, you’re waiting for the freak-show of the tattoo unveiling. Cue the stripper music….