No matter what I do, I'm going to get in trouble here. Because I kind of want to write more about last night's run. If I post yesterday in today, I'll get in trouble. However, if I move over to yesterday to post about yesterday today, Choovie will come out of hiding and smack me.<br><br>
Well, I suppose that if that brings Choovie out of hiding, that would be an OK thing. <img alt="smile.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/smile.gif"> But I'll stay here.<br><br>
I had to drag myself out the door after work last night and was prepared to be discontent.<br><br><i>These stoopid shoes always make my feet hurt</i>. Except they didn't.<br><i>It's grey and cloudy.</i> Except the clouds made a safe blanket for the tender new plants last night.<br><i>There's a breeze.</i> Except it kept clocking around behind me.<br><i>I have to run over the stoopid golf course hill</i>. Except, look! Here are a few team-mates! They give me a high-five on the hill!<br><i>It's raining.</i> And feeding all that beautiful green grass<br><i>Salt is stinging my eyes.</i> It's actually warm enough to sweat!<br><i>It's raining hard.</i> ...and I haven't melted, and the rain is washing my face clean.<br><i>I'm blind! I'm blind!</i> No, that's the "sun." It's streaming through the clouds and the rain and is turning the world into falling diamonds everywhere. Rainbows form behind me and I run into the shimmering curtain, happy.<br><br>
How is a girl supposed to be in a bad mood during a run like this?<br><br>
Tonight: The Track. I'm in trouble with The Scot for blowing off the Maundy Thursday service for a workout, but I need to run hard more than I need my heart ripped out and stomped on.<br><br>
Finally, a few pix I dug out of the archives, in response to cavemen on the POTD thread who want more of Mustang Sally in a Kilt.<br><br><img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/fxccb7.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><i>ca. 1992 Damn, I was young.</i><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/33e1kc5.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><i>On Parade, at the Royal Naval Dockyard</i><br><br><img alt="" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/4lugi.jpg" style="border:0px solid;"><br><i>Dear, sweet Arfenarf, beating upwind while the competition flies down to the mark. What a golden day that was.</i>