drinking fountains hate me

I've had a nice little Saturday so far, even if the Cubs offense failed to show up after the 2 hour rain delay... either that, or they were depressed watching the evil Cardinals getting a World Series ring.  (I wasn't jealous... but it did make my heart hurt a little bit.)

But the best part of my day, really, the best part of any day, was my run.

I have crazy 8s on the schedule for the weekend (= 2 long runs, 8 miles each).  But I allowed myself to sleep in, and just went out when I felt like it.  Normally when I leave the house at 10:30am, there are no other runners on the path and I have the place to myself.  Alas, alack, spring has sprung, and there are runners everywhere at that time of the morning.

Let me tell you about my run...

• I counted 4 different runners wearing the new Brooks Cascadias.  Yeah, I know what all of the new shoe models look like.  They all looked happy to be running, so maybe the shoes are worth a try.
• In my first mile, I was running behind, but at a quicker pace than, 2 people on the path.  A guy and a girl.  Eventually, I passed them.  On the left.  Properly.  Without cutting anyone off, I might add.  For the next half mile, the girl SHOUTED obscenities at me about how I was showing off that I passed her.  Um, no, I am just running at a different pace.  It's ok to do this.  I had enough of her abuse after awhile, and started running at sub-8:00 pace to shake them.  How rude!
• When I had put enough distance between us, I stopped at the drinking fountain for some water.  Another runner came up behind me and waited his turn.  As I walked away from the fountain, he smirked at me and said, "You tuck in your shoelaces?!  What are you, 5?"  What a jerk.  FOR REAL.
• Nothing else happened between miles 1.5 and 2.5, except the usual intersection where cars beep at me.  But I also smell pizza at this point, so it didn't bother me.
• At the next drinking fountain, I press the button, and water shoots into my face.  Since my face was sweaty due to the humidity, I did not hate this.  Managed to take a drink and moved on.
• Location - turnaround point.  Guy in landscaping truck shouts, "You are so sexy, baby."  This happens to me a lot.  I gave him my Miss America wave and blew him a kiss.
• Apparently in the 2.5 miles since I left the park, I forgot that the drinking fountain was essentially broken.  I pressed the button, and, yep, got shot in the face again with water.  Crap.  It got me good this time.  So I grab the bottom of my shirt and wipe my face.  There's a guy with his fat, disgusting wife pushing a baby stroller.  The guy goes to me, "Could you please stop exposing yourself at the park?  It's uncalled for."  He was dead serious.  Now, I could have just given him the stink eye and walked away.  But all I did was pull up the bottom of my shirt, exposing, like 4 inches of my stomach.  It's not like I flashed my boobs and pulled down my pants.  (Although, now that I consider it, mooning him would have been hilarious.)  So I looked at him and his ugly wife, smirked, and said, "Um, why do you care?  Are you jealous?"  Then I turned on my heel JUST LIKE IN A MOVIE, and ran off into the sunset (well, the cloudy Saturday afternoon).

 The rest of my run was uneventful.  I was 8 miles in 1:07:59, and successfully did the math on pace per mile on my walk home.

I ate a giant burrito, bought a new pair of jeans (size 2, baby!), and watched the Cubs lose.  Now I get to watch my crush Henrik Lundqvist and the Rangers, and then settle in for a late night of Blackhawks hockey and beer.  Life is good.