Today I packed a suitcase. Yesterday I went semi-brunette. Last night tequila did me wrong. Haven’t had margaritas in awhile so it seemed like a good idea – until I wanted McDonald’s and then it went downhill from there. Woke up at 2 a.m. Then woke up at 8 a.m. Then went for a five-mile run. Never did get my McD’s. A good thing. It’s evil, but goes really well with tequila.
Now I am waiting for Rich to come home.
It was a nice, overcast morning and for once felt like fall during my run. There were lots of bikes out and about and not one yelled out “on your left” before they passed so they all nearly made me crap my pants as they whizzed by. After the third time, I had a catty thought: I should get a shirt made that says “I am not a weekend warrior…I do it every day.” Today is Saturday and the warriors were out in abundance.
Rich tells me that when a Lance Armstrong-road-biker wannabe whizzes by you with no head’s up, it’s called “snaking.” Did I mention I hate snakes? I hate snakes. And, just last week, I saw three. So when someone nearly takes off your shoulder on a path made for a golf cart, I think it’s quite fitting they would be called a “snake.”
I saw a couple running together, toward me. The guy was pushing a baby in one of those off-road, supe'd-up strollers, and the woman was being dragged along by her two incredibly energetic, large-sized dogs. How nice I said to myself. How outwardly looking perfect. I wish Rich ran with me. At least we still bike together. The couple threw two huge pearly, white smiles my way and waved as they passed me at my 2.5 turnaround point. I said “good morning” and waved back, thinking darnit now I’m gonna be breathing down their necks for the duration of my trot. So, I stopped. Waited and stretched a bit until they were in the distance so they didn’t think I was eerily following them. Settling back into a rhythm, I zoned off again until the couple stopped ahead, turned around, and started running toward me again. As we passed each other for the second time, I smiled and caught the woman giving me an odd, concerned look. Quickly, I tried to telepathically communicate “not following you, just turning around, just like what you guys just did.” Looking back she probably just caught a strange whif of tequila.
So my suitcase is on my bed, waiting. I am loving my new hair color (thanks Dawn). And I am wondering if Rich and I are going to watch the FSU vs UM game at Wings.
