that tickled my eyelids and I realized that I hadn't set my alarm clock. So, I got up and did that. Thinking, ooooh, I have an angel watching over me, but then I realized it's the Perseid meteor shower time... and maybe there was just a really bright one that penetrated the bright city night. Regardless, I woke up an hour late this morning. First it was 30 minutes, then I closed my eyes for a second and it was 7 o'clock. Shit! Rush, rush, rush. Only 15 minutes late to work. No biggie.This is boring so far. Whoop-de-do.
What's in the news? People are dying. Babies are crying. The Olympians are winning medals or losing dreams.
I don't want to be at work. This is a current trend.
I have to pee. My bladder is shrinking.
Yesterday I went for a 12-miler. On the first leg of the run, moving towards the lake, it was brutal. My right shin was especially strained - tight. Uncomfortable, I was. I started running, then the pain became too overwhelming, I would curse. Stop, untie and retie the laces, and try again. I wonder what the people driving by as they saw me, "Fuck! Shit! Come on!!! Seriously?! Just run!" yeah, they probably just thought another Chicago schizo, no biggie. After about 10 minutes of running and 15 minutes of untying/retying, walking/stretching anger, everything was gravy, laces laced and runner ready. I zoomed and padded down the lakefront path with a smile spread across my face. I just wanted to run. Such a beautiful day, too!
Ooh! And everyone runs so fast along there. Especially between North and Belmont. It's distracting because I don't like when people I don't think should pass me do, and then I want to go faster, but then I have to remind myself that they're probably only doing 3... just to make myself feel better, and all.Mmm.
