Layne Whitehouse, Cupid’s Undie Run race director, talks about cats, running in skivvies and more in this week’s Pitch questionnaire

Name: Layne Whitehouse

Occupation: Personal trainer and photographer

Hometown: Kansas City, Kansas

Current neighborhood: Turtle Hill, the cute neighbor of Strawberry Hill

What I do: Currently my focus is on Cupid’s Undie Run, as I am the race director. My job is to get people to run around in their undies and raise money.

What’s your addiction? Food and cats. If I weren’t already married, I’d be headed down a very sad road. Or would it be? Because cats.

What’s your game? Depending on if I’m being active or not, I enjoy the personal challenge of fitness and bettering my race times, weights, etc. If I’m not active, I like playing card games while having a beer. Join me!

What’s your drink? Farmhouse ales. I’m attempting to branch out into the world of hoppy beer, but it’s been a long road. I need suggestions.

Where’s dinner? Thai Place or Vietnam Café.

What’s on your KC postcard? Quay Coffee. I’m there most days, so it’s definitely my little slice of KC.

Finish this sentence: “Kansas City got it right when …” We kept it classy during our loss to the Giants at the World Series. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more proud of our city than at that moment.

“Kansas City screwed up when …” They booked Nickelback at the Sprint Center. Has anyone ever met a fan of Nickelback? I don’t understand.

“Kansas City needs …” To finish this streetcar thing. Construction makes me angry.

“In five years, I’ll be …” 34 and looking at what schools I want my kids to attend. That sounds so adult!

“I always laugh at …” My dad. I’m fairly certain he sets the bar for humor (especially at the most inappropriate times).

“I’ve been known to binge-watch …” Cooking shows. (See above: addictions.)

“I can’t stop listening to …” Haim.

“I just read …” Gone Girl because I like to compare books with movies. I swear I won’t get in a weird heated debate over which one was better, though.

The best advice I ever got: You are not responsible for people’s feelings, only that you’re communicating the best that you can.

Worst advice: Good things come to those who wait. I’m sorry, but if I want something, I’m going to go get it.

My sidekick: My best friend, Baylie. She’s my social-life wife.

My dating triumph/tragedy: Oh man, suddenly I wish I had dated more before I got married. Triumph? Not getting back with any exes. You break up with me and you’re out, sorry. I don’t have time for that crap. Tragedy? Not getting to date a chef … damn it, I really like food.

My brush with fame: I went on tour with the Fray and Jack’s Mannequin. My brother was in the opening band Meese, so I was able to jump in on that tour for a few days and shoot photographs. Good group of gentlemen right there.

My 140-character soapbox: Ugg boots, guys wearing jean shorts, and adding bacon to any burger that has barbecue sauce — all of these things need to stop.

What was the last thing you had to apologize for? Probably for forgetting something. But I can’t remember specifically, which lends itself to the validity of my answer, no?

Who’s sorry now? Probably my husband because I’m pregnant and unpredictable.

My recent triumph: Growing Cupid’s Undie Run in KC to something bigger and better for its second year (February 14). I’m super-passionate about the cause, and watching it grow gets my heart racing.

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