Feelin' Ripe

Yesterday I ended walking home from work. I didn't do this on purpose. Just thought that it would be faster to take the bus than take the train and walk ah mile. Well, well, well. The CTA sure loves to screw me over. I walked to the bus street. Walked up the bus street a little. Stopped for 5 minutes in hopes the bus in my direction would zoom over the horizon. It did not. I kept walking. I turned to check the status. No bus. Kept walking. 1, 2 buses in the other direction. Surely they'll turn around and pick me up soon. 3, 4, 5 buses going the other way. They're coming, they're coming. Kept walking. Hmm. Well, I'm about 6 blocks away so I can't get on a bus even if I want to because I can walk that. I resign myself to not taking the bus. 6, 7. Turn off the bus street. 4 miles and not a bus. Not a bus but in the opposite direction.

So, this morning. I'm getting ready for work and I'm thinking about how I might not be able to run when I get home. I jump into some running clothes. Throw my flip-flops, wallet, keys and breakfast in a bag and set out in the morning sunshine. It felt great, I was moving fast. Although I do wish I had a fanny pack because holding a bag was slightly uncomfortable/annoying. Then I got to work, stretched outside on the plaaaaaaaaaaaza, then took the elevator up. I wiped the sweat off and got to work.

Thing is... my deodorant is done working for the time being. I don't think I smell. Maybe salty, but nothing rancid. At least not yet. I'm excited to sit really close to someone and maybe even stumble over them as I should be pretty ripe by the time I get outta here.

ROTHBURY!!!