First run, no problem left work at lunchtime, ran three miles, came back, boss said 'clean up then we'll meet.' Then i realized that there isn't a shower in my building at work. Googled searched the campus for 'shower facilities.' Found an aritcle from the student newspaper, entitled "The best bathrooms on campus." The author made some very poignant comments about the different 'urinal to shitter' ratios across campus, told of some great spots to get some quiet time, and asked the insightful question "If the new urinal are flushless... do i even have to wash my hands?"
Then I realized that I was going to have to just lather up on the deodorant, and call it good. Went to meet the boss, he cut the meeting short. Not sure the reasons, but i could have used some Irish Spring for sure.
Second run - this is the run that inspired me to write this blog... to myself. You see we had an awful night with the kids. Both were up through much of the night, and at 6.30 Austen (baby girl) was wide awake. I graciously offered to get up with her, but my wife said "no honey, I'll do it." (She never calls me honey). Wow this is great... is what I was thinking, but then she said... 'but since you are up you might as well go for your run.' "Oh I don't feel... i'm mean I'm still asleep, tired, sore..." "You really should go for your run." Damn it. The problem is she always talks sense. So i went downstairs, looked at my trusty outside themometer that our Grizzly Adams-meets-Oscar the packrat friend of ours (Thomas Wood Parsons) gave us. It was 24 degrees out. And so I grumbled about my wife the whole run, and the guilt trip she laid on me... and thought, I should write all this shit down. Voila - blog to myself.
One good thing about the cold, it felt like someone was icing my knees the whole run. Felt great.
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