What Just Happened

One of the things that I really liked when I first got into running was how dark it was. I would go after dinnertime during the winter, and it was just me and the moon. Now, they've expanded construction to the far side of the subdivision, so my boulevard of broken dreams has streetlights now.

boooooo

Although, running through sprinklers owned by people who negligently water the sidewalk is a summer pleasantry. It cools the legs, and if you can catch the breeze just right, it feels amazing.

In connection with my last post, I've decided that instead of adding an extra hour to my day, I'm going to attempt to slow time down. When I do things out of my routine, the days seem to last extra long, so I went to the park tonight to exercise instead of running the same old route in my subdivision.

First of all, the park is awesome. There's water and trees and grass and forests and ducks so many ducks there are many ducks yes ducks. And it's great. An established forest is such a nice change from the suburban pavement and construction scenery.

Secondly, I high-five trees when I run past their low hanging branches.

Thirdly, I can't NOT run to Avril Lavigne's song "Girlfriend".

Fourthly, I can't decide if it's okay to run in just shorts and a sports bra. I always see pictures of girls working out in a sports bra in magazines, and there are guys at the park who run topless, but I can't figure out where to draw the line.
Maybe sports bras are like the skinny jeans of working out. Like, if you can rock it, then you could. But if you can't, then for the love of all that is good and holy, don't.

Fifthftlhftlhflthly, I drove home with my windows down blaring playing and screaming singing to Taylor Swift. I pulled in my garage, turned off the car and kept singing. Then I was like, "Oh, look, the recycle people came. I'll just go wheel in my bin." So I keep singing the whole way down my driveway because there's no one out here, right? And then I grab the bin, turn around, and there's my neighbor, enjoying a cup of tea on her porch.

And waving at me.

It's like that time I was singing and my dad sneaked up on me and sprayed me with the water hose.
Except without the water hose.
But with all the overwhelming embarrassment of an eight year old girl.

Should I go back should I go back should I,
TWS

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