My past couple of runs have been uneventful and cold, which is a good combination I think, especially at 5 AM. On Friday, it was cool but not cold, so I went out for a run in shorts and a long sleeve shirt. Perfectly acceptable, right? And there were others out on the path wearing less than that even. I felt fine...just the way you should really: a little chilly to start, and then warmed up about 10 minutes in to my run.
Apparently though, my choice of outfits was crazy. Just before I returned home (I would say less than half a block from my apartment, I noticed a bunch of people, looked to be in their 20's or 30's, hanging around outside of a building on Irving Park road. I can only assume that booze had been involved because two of them immediately jumped in my path and started screaming and gesturing as to the fact that I was wearing...shorts. I dodged them, ignored the comments, and continued on towards home. It was just so random though. A week ago, at the start of my run, two teenagers were walking towards the L and loudly commented on my running at 5 AM. I said something equally rude and soldiered on to continue the run.
Granted, it can be hard some days to get up and run in the morning. It's still dark now. You didn't get enough sleep. It's cold. It can be a little scary out there by yourself. You're hungry. But most days, I find it pretty rewarding and wonderful to get up early and go.
In other running news, I have two potential races coming up. The first is the Naperville Turkey Trot, which is a 5K. My cousin and I have been doing this race together for three years now, and it has always been a good one. Last year it snowed, so I'm hoping for none of that this time around. There's also pancakes and breakfast sausage waiting for you at the finish! I do heart breakfast foods. Then there's another race in December: The Rudolph Ramble which I have never actually done before. It's an 8K. I do heart 8K's as well as breakfast foods.
If you're a dude, you might want to stop reading now. Girl talk...you know how it is. I made a fairly large error in judgment on Saturday night, no doubt brought on my consuming, in order:
2 Jamesons on ice
1 glass of Merlot
2 glasses of Chardonnay
3 bottles of Miller Lite
It may not seem like a lot, and honestly it didn't use to be, but one of the downsides of losing weight is that your tolerance decreases ever-so-slightly. Plus I just haven't been drinking that much anymore. Feeling shitty and doing things you wouldn't otherwise do isn't something I would recommend to anyone, much less myself, anymore. Anyway, I'm hoping that everything is okay now. As my mother would say, I learned a good, yet extremely embarrassing lesson.
Or I can just not go to that bar EVER again in the hopes of NEVER seeing a certain person. Yes, I like that idea in conjunction with not being an idiot very much.
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