day 790

the adventure continues!

Still reeling from hangin' with the Commissioner Thursday! Who'd a thunk a guy with a ZZ Top/Osama beard and a tasmanian devil tie, let alone 7 earrings, would be escorting the head of an agency around, way cool! What hurt: not one fucking mention of my hard work when Verruso got his award. We give an award to someone retired 3 months, and the fucker hasn't the gratitude to thank his right hand? Nice.

Today should prove interesting. Rain predicted off and on. WAS tempted to wear my rain running shoes, but with Ocean to Sound tomorrow, don't wanna hurt my knees.

On the sched (dependent on rain) am: 1m on Fifth ave, pm 5k in Perth Amboy. We'll see.

More to follow.

So, a really great day!!!

The Fifth Ave Mile: Met Tom, hung, bonded. Who pops up, Deb! Yay!!! Went to the port-o-san, Andie/Fran/Andie's Coach! Cool!!! (pix below)

Did ok, headed out in a corral 2 behind mine, wanted to hit Penn Station in plenty of time to hit Jersey. Passed Joe after 400m, he was taking pix. What fun! (previously, in the corral, bonded with another "older" runner. Told him "we're not older, we're "broken in.")

Hit Penn way early, hit Modells, got my running shoes at a deep discount, then an emplyoee hands me a $5 off card. Wow, what a day.

Anita was running late, after paying $23 for a round trip ticket, I wasn't gonna wait, be late, the do a 1m walk. For THAT train fare I was doin' the 5k. So when she called, told her I'd meet her @ the race site.

This was a Komen run, so surprisingly, the day of race fee was the same as prereg. The beauty of a Mayberry race. Perth Amboy is a slum, like a Hispanic Hempstead, but the race area, along the waterfront is, curiously, like the Hamptons.

Did ok, nothing to be thrilled about, but this was an endurance run. Also, after not eating, REALLY an endurance run. Met Anita @ the finish, we caught up, hung with her friend Alan, then headed back. On the way texted my peep from College, I invited him to Joe Walsh. When I wouldn't accept $$$, he invited me to Gov't Mule.

A truly great day.

Got home in time (8pm). Of course, Stoney hit on First Bank of Dad. Shebitch? Nowhere to be found. Kid all alone all day, zero parenting. Dif between when the Bitch is home and not @ home? Zero. Never a presence, other than when It goes mental.

...so it goes...