PP (pre-puppy) I discovered the wonder that is the mid-day run. No getting up early, nice. No coming home and putting off the swim session for the dog while I get my run in, nicer.
Today I had planned to run at the end of the day, but the stupid project to which I am currently assigned was making me want to stab paper clips through my eyes so I decided today would mark my return to mid-day running.
Here’s how that particular great idea played out.
I realized walking into the gym, I had no hairbrush. Determined to not let that stop me, I decided I could do a ‘good enough’ job with my fingers and a hair dryer.
Note creepy guy in creepy serial killer-style VW van parked out front of the gym, but feel okay about since the door is pass-keyed.
The guy running next to me glances at me and says“I’m sorry”, confused, I responded with with no more than a puzzled look and a shoulder shrug. Seconds later I made the dreadful mistake of breathing. In. Through.My.Nose.
I spent the rest of my 3 miles hating him and trying not to gag.
I am happy to report, (Staci), that I remembered my towel, and soap.
However, that whole lack of hairbrush thing became distinctly more complicated when the hair dryer died about 9 seconds after turning it on and while I don’t think I’m particularly vain, it woulda been nice to go back to work looking a little less like I spent my lunch hour do something racy, and I don’t mean in the running sense.