I just came back from a run. I ran on the hotel treadmill. I was going for 20 minutes or so before my calves started to cramp up, so I stepped off and stretched a little. Then I hopped back on and my legs felt a lot better so I decided to turn it into a tempo type run. Afterwards I went outside to do a few striders. I did them on a side street next to the hotel. A guy walked out of a nearby bar and came up to me and said, "I just got voted by everyone in the bar to come out and ask you what the f... are you doing out hear in shorts and a T-shirt"(its 15 degrees out). I chatted with him for a bit, then I went back to the hotel. As I walked inside, the guy who was holding the door for me looked me square in the face and says, "You have got to be kidding me."As I walked through the lobby, a security guard jeers, "Kid, you're nuts." I got into the elevator and it was filled with 5 or so women, who all immediately started saying, "Oh my, were you outside?", "Where's the rest of your cloths?", "Are you crazy?". At this point I've had enough. I boldly and clearly say the words, "I'm not crazy." I reminded myself of Kramer in the episode of Seinfeld where he adamantly claims that his eccentric friend Lloyd Braun isn't crazy.
Lloyd: Am I crazy or does Jerry not wear glasses?
Kramer: You're not crazy.
The tempo was 3.5mi averaging 5:50. It felt awesome. I've had a tough time running the past few months and it came as a pleasant surprise. During the run I listened to the album, Funeral by Arcade Fire. It was the first time I listened to it and I really enjoyed it. I recommend it to anyone who is a fan of The Killers or Flaming Lips.
That's all for now.
-Charlie
Meal of the day(thanx Ava):
Corned beef with Swiss cheese, tomatoes, and Russian dressing on grilled pumpernickel with a side of extra crispy fries and a pickle of the freshest kind.
Yo mama joke of the day:
Yo mama is so fat, when she was a child her imaginary friends were hot pockets.
