Sunday

So today I got 7 miles in before my protein shake. But let me tell you the story of those miles.It was cold for Florida (53 with 10 mph winds) so that mean long sleeve shirt and compression tights. and Yes I wear shorts over them because nobody needs to see that. So I run  a mile long sleeve comes off. I want to just toss it but don’t. Not because of littering or the plight of the homeless but because it’s a Batman shirt, I’d never forgive myself. I run to my gym 3.4 miles away I check in and decide to lift. After a few minutes I realize if I stay here I will walk home, NO BUENO. So I leave and start running home. I’m tired and hot  now and want to shed these damn tights like Marilyn Manson circa 1994. I continue on telling myself “Just 2 1/2 more miles”  “You could call an Uber”  “I know I’ll flag down a police officer and explain i was mugged and need a ride home”. The cop would laugh and say “who would have the nerve to mug a dude like you?” I’d then explain how I was approached by a very aggressive group of grannies in an 87 Cadillac El Dorado Who threatened me with the dirty tennis balls that padded the feet of their walkers. In the end i just ran home. But these are the things I think when I run.

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