A man was out jogging in the forest one day when a frog called out to him and said, “If you kiss me I’ll turn into a beautiful princess.”
He bent over, picked up the frog, and put it in his pocket.
The frog spoke up again and said, “If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will tell everyone how smart and brave you are and how you are my hero.”
The man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it, and returned it to his pocket.
The frog spoke up again and said, “If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I’ll stay with you for a year and do ANYTHING you want.”
Again the man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it, and put it back into his pocket.
Finally the frog asked, “What’s the matter? I’ve told you I’m a beautiful princess, that I’ll stay with you for a year and do anything you want. Why won’t you kiss me?”
The man replied, “Look, I’m a Triathlete. I don’t have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog is cool.”
I found this post funny even though I am not a guy, the same applies for females. Plus, I have hundreds of little frogs that live in a small lake behind my house. Cute as buttons, and was reminded of them when a friend sent this joke to me. Training takes up a lot of time. So does my work. I work three 12hr shifts a week, and they are long days. I also have classes that I need to take for my job. All the other days I have off I am either doing more preparation for work, running, biking or hiking or doing some sort of physical activity. Someone asked why I don’t have a boyfriend (my family is notorious for asking that, “Any boys yet?” Drives me nuts.) Yeah, I’d like to have a man become a part of my life, but right now, I completely relate to the triathlete. Between all my long rides and long runs, and the long hours spent at the hospital, I simply don’t have the time. “I’m sorry, I can’t go out tonight–I need to wake up early for a run tomorrow–” perfect example of what I’m known to say to friends and family. Furthermore, I’ve found other athletes to have done the same thing. Training for races really does become somewhat life-absorbing, and, addicting to a point. Although not the bad-type of addiction.
So, Mr. Frog, you’ll be staying in my pocket for right now.
A Rendezvous with Sneakers 