Where Did All These Pretty People Come From?

Have you ever noticed that pretty people only come out when the weather is perfect? Seriously, where are all the pretty people when the weather is miserable with snow and slush? Today was our first perfect day in the city. It was a crisp 50 degrees and clear skies, so I headed straight for the park for a jog. Central Park is always crazy with people on beautiful days. It's full of cute couples walking hand in hand, old ladies feeding ducks, owners walking their dogs, hippies reading, and athletic men and women running and biking. I ignored all these people and heading straight for the Northeast corner for the reservoir.

It rained last night so the running trial was still damp and muddy. I was hoping the mud would deter people from sharing the trail with me. I was wrong. Within minutes I realized I would be weaving in and out of slow walkers and tourist taking pictures the entire run.
Slow walkers I can handle. At least they are moving. But what kills me, are models dressed up and posing for pictures. I understand they want a unique background, but why in the middle of my running trail? I don't see you all winter posing at my treadmill? How bout next time I can't run outside, I'll jog in circles inside your photo studio. And seriously, you're a male model! I would think you would rather be outside running around on a beautiful day instead of staring seductively into a camera lens or laughing out loud to help grab the perfect "I'm so happy since I bought this shirt" shot.
Of course, if I was making the money this male model is probably making, I would gladly kick my running shoes in the closet and make stupid faces all day in front of a camera.
And I'm sure the male model was cursing me when I kicked mud on him while running by. I think it added character to his Armani suit.
I do know we need to share the park. I know nothing can be done to keep all male models off my running trail. I just think its ironic how the beautiful weather brings out the pretty people. I can just picture these pretty people in their pretty high rise apartments all winter sipping Godiva cocoa, afraid to leave the building for fear their pretty skin will go dry. Then the second the weather turns, they invade the streets like a plague. A plague of pretty people. They all pose around the city like manikins all day.
I understand we must co-exist on the same island, and their is nothing I can do about the amount of pretty people in the city. So nothing will change. I will continue to splash mud as I run by, and the male models will continue to be pretty on my running trail.

That's life.
Sometimes its pretty, sometimes its ugly, and sometimes you need to just throw on an Armani suit so at least you feel good!