I got off my lazy bum to go running today. Thank goodness. If my goal is to run a marathon (or, who am I kidding, a half marathon) sometime in the near future I probably need to get back in shape. While for the past two years my definite running prime has been in the coldest of winter months, I am actually getting used to this St. Louis evening heat. It's not a big pain factor anymore. On my 30 min. jaunt through Forest Park I had some interesting encounters, including but not limited to:
- Man running while talking on cell phone (Honestly, probably a difficult feat. I'm not sure whether I should shake my head with disdain for how cell-obsessed our society is or nod in approval for how good he must be at controlling his breathing)
- Rude driver who hesitated when he and I approached a small crosswalk at the same time, then seeing that I slowed down (duh, so I won't get flattened) just decided to drive through. I actually had to fully stop running even though I'm pretty sure cross walk means I have the right-of-way.
- Creepy man in bus stop booth (not just creepy-looking but actually creepy. When I ran by he tapped his friend on the shoulder with a big, excited smile and pointed at me to gawk. Sick.)
I ended my run at the library to get a library card and some books on CD. My sweaty, sweaty self disbanded a small group of people from the books on CD section just by standing there and radiating my stench. I wasn't too embarrassed. Kinda cool.
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