Yesterday was the final for one of my classes. I was going to take the day off and grab some drinks to celebrate. Realizing I don’t have any friends in Providence who would be around for drinks at 3 in the afternoon, and after eating almost an entire box of Cheese It’s (the reduced fat kind of cheese it’s & pepperoni pizza are huge weaknesses for me), I figured I should just go for a run. On this run I thought about the fact that I have to consciously stop myself from being a huge weirdo. For instance, I ran past a pretty good looking guy just about half way into my run. I usually run around the gym and then head back towards my house on the other side of the street. This time, I ran around the gym and crossed back over since I would be able to pass this guy again. Creepy enough as it is. On top of that, I actually thought about saying hi to him. I reminded myself that saying hi to a total stranger, while running, would be a very weird thing to do. I thought I was doing good, caught my weirdo self before I did anything too weird…success. Wrong. While focusing on the cute guy and thinking about how weird I was, I neglected to see a lady with several dogs on leashes right in front of me. I almost ran into her and then got tripped up by leashes. I tried to recover quickly, apologized, looked around to make sure cute guy hadn’t noticed, and sprinted away. It was like a bad movie.
Today I realized I am not a morning runner. I got super early to run before work, figuring I would feel good getting it out of the way. Wrong again. It was hot already, I kept running into walls of those stupid little bugs, and no cute guys are out at 630am. From now on, I’m sticking to the evening runs.