I am packing my bags for a one day trip tomorrow, a last minute request for my ex-pertise, and now that I have become the obnoxious person who is always wondering when to fit in that 4 hour run, I have of course packed mostly running shoes, sports gels and bandaids for my nipples. Since it's Denver, I have also set out sweatshirts, longjohns and oxygen supplements, although apparently tomorrow it will be 80 degrees in the Mile High City. Good god, it will take a nuclear winter to save us from this global warming. There has got to be a happy medium (besides Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost).
I had nearly four hours to fantasize my pending greatness yesterday running 20 miles from the town of Rainier to the town of Tenino and back to the town of Yelm. You would think 4 hours would be enough for me to emerge as a content protagonist, but I finished my run woefully short of my emotional goals for the afternoon, and I still hadn't gotten the girl, and I still hadn't defeated my demons and I still hadn't even learnt some moral lesson. I was just tired. I flirted with running another 6.2 miles, but I am notorious for not following through with my flirtation, and the racetrack sulked away sullen and disappointed. It was me, not you.
I have mapped out my run for tomorrow and Tuesday and Wednesday, and I will get in at least 18 miles in the upper reaches of the atmosphere, and by Saturday, I will have mapped out 5 more runs for my trip to St. Louis, and will have that much more time to search for gifts. I just know that my quest for a shot glass embossed with the phrase WORLD'S BEST MOM is that much closer to my grasp. Get it? A shot glass extolling the virtues of motherhood? It's funny.
5 comments:
When do you get to come to Chicago for business? I will take you out for tequila and awkward verbal exchanges. That's the best I have to offer.
tequila and awkward verbal exchanges are two of my favorite things about chicago. hey, maybe we should apply for some mutual writing gig and write it off as a business expense? i am so down for that.
listen now.
take her easy.
that dude just died 5 miles into the Olympic marathon trials.
and he was in his 20s!
so chill.
mon.
If you're ever in the Twin Cities, I'll take you for a run and drinks. In either order.
...and you're to blame.
Brandon, you give love a bad name.
[guitar screech]
Sorry. The door was opened...I had to walk through.
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