I ran in the Metrodome last night and saw a lot of the usual faces, including a few trail runners. I found myself chasing down guys I've raced against for decades, struggling to keep up; I ran 9 miles at 8 min./mile, but I was exhausted. I've lost 3.5 pounds this week, which is a major reason; I stop eating when stressed and I've been stressed (and I know a dozen people will read this and think, "I eat when stressed. I wish I had your problem!") Eventually I had to back off and I got passed by a familiar face, a woman I dated 30 years ago.
Getting "chicked" is bad enough without the personal element. We ran together for a while and I have to say she doesn't look 50 (I dated older women when a teenager). We ended up talking about Fast Eddie Rousseau, of all things. She also mentioned her mileage for last year - 200 more than I did. Thanks for the kick in the ass, Vic.
I was driving past a strip mall when I remembered that I needed to buy a couple of odd things that I've never had to buy before, so I stopped at a drugstore. I went in and picked up a box of rubber bands (has anyone ever had to buy rubber bands?) and then tried to remember what the other thing was. I wandered aisles for a bit, trying to jog my memory and then just stopped in an aisle and stared blankly as I tried to recall what I needed. I was there a long time. Eventually, a woman who worked there startled me out of my daze by asking if she could help. It was then that I realized I was in front of the condoms. A joke came to mind. I said, "I was trying to decide whether I should buy normal-sized condoms, or whether I should buy the extra large ones and hold them on with these rubber bands."
Going up the country
2 days ago