*glad i kept my old running shoes. *i hate family drama. *how do i get corn remover's to stay on? *i hate running. *maybe i'll cut it short. *hot yoga will be fun. *my legs feel good. *i wonder what mark is doing today (running by his house). *good-god girl, be glad you aren't a junkie anymore (running past an obvious prostitute on 8th and state). *fucking cramps, wish i had taken some advil. *what will menopause be like? *i hate this viaduct. *the bike lanes are nice tho. *i'm glad this fence is here or i might fall off. *that water looks nasty. *oh wow, i'm almost downtown. *this church is pretty (picture time).
*why does running always make me have to shit? *what's open? *goddamn, this sucks. *i'm never going to get home if i keep stopping. *ouch, that looks painful (passed a girl with a black eye) *my stomach is killing me. *i wonder if larosa's is open (check the door and its locked) *is there anyplace back here i can crap outside? *i wonder who that is up ahead on bikes in neon rain jackets? *neon colors are ugly. *just make it across the viaduct again. *maybe that bar on 8th and state is open.
*oh, maybe the price hill health clinic is open (hop down into the lot and nope, it's closed). *this totally sucks my stomach hurts so bad. *nothing is open on 8th and state. WOOOOOSH, a half empty beer can whizzes through the air, missing me by 1/2 inch. "MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!" *can this run get any worse? *i'm gonna have to shit outside (duck behind abandoned house and crapped). *oh fuck, there's a fucking porto-potty (construction on glenway - dash across the street into porto-potty and praisejesus there is toilet paper). *i'm gonna have to buy more tampons. *man, i feel better. *i'm gonna book it up this hill. *amazing how much better i feel. *i love running stronger on the 2nd half of a run. *i hope i see that car that threw the beer can at me. *almost up the hill now. *im almost home. *if i see that car i am gonna jump on the hood of it and fuck shit up. *awesome, it's raining. *home now.
2 comments:
Sounds like you've had a helluva day. You should treat yourself to something nice and comforting. I have this recipe for what I like to call "McDonald's Pizza". It's pretty tasty.
I feel that pain. Had about the same amount of locked doors this morning (in the rain). Finally found a door that a cleaning company had propped open on the local college campus and acted like walking to the bathroom was what I was born to do :-)
You killed it thought--10 miles. Rock and Roll!!!
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