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.