about getting from point A to point B in the most interesting ways possible

If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

« The problem with restrictions | Main | The First Run 5K »

December 31, 2004

New Years Eve permalink

It's been raining steady all day. Grey, chilly rain. Went out for a cannoli this morning that made me think I had died and gone to heaven. Rain, rain, rain. Went to pick up my packet. More of the same.
While I was in the running store, a guy was scolding someone on his cell phone. He wasn't happy that they were doing the First Run—wasn't happy about them driving with all those drunks.

Went to gym to do my hamstring exercises. Downtown was dark and deserted. Gym was quiet. I did my routine, then went upstairs to do some long, slow, heavy lifting. I should keep track of this stuff, what I did and how much, but, ummm... maybe next year?

I decided to go to the smoke shop (which was open) to see if I could pick up the new issue of Runners World, and there were some drunk (or otherwise inebriated) guys hanging out who cat called me. I ignored them, and then they started yelling all sorts of rude things that I can't repeat (so you know it's bad). And, of course, no RW.

And this is the dilemma of doing a race downtown on New Years Eve. I could take public transportation, which is free, but it is raining outside, and oh boy, I get to hang out with some new drunk people. Or, I could drive, and take my chances on the road. Neither sounds that good. I'm seriously underwhelmed about the idea of a race in the rain too. Oh well.

Posted at December 31, 2004

Comments

Hey VJ!

Good to spot you and chat for a bit at the start. How'd your race go?

IT DIDN'T RAIN, PRAISE GAWD. I was pretty skeptical about the prospects of this race all day, too, but once I got out there and got moving, it was just fine. I liked all the fireworks and boats and trains and even the drunk 20 year olds hanging from their apartment balconies yelling at us as we went by.

And, uh, a brown shirt. Brown. I... that... but... it's BROWN. Well, that's points for originality, I guess!

Posted by: Hollie at January 1, 2005 1:18 AM

Well that does make for a tough run. Its bad enough having to push yourself in a race, but loud annoying drunks makes it just awful. Hope the race went well anyway and you got home safely.

Posted by: Jon in Michigan at January 1, 2005 5:54 AM

Happy new year, VJ! Look, despite the drunks and the nonsense, you are starting the new year doing a race and lifting weights. It's going to be a great 2005! - xoxo Mia

Posted by: Mia at January 1, 2005 9:15 AM

Hope the race went well. I'm sure you feel much better this morning than all those drunks!

Posted by: Lara at January 1, 2005 9:30 AM