Hot...

Larry Miller, in a stand up routine about downhill skiing and hitting a tree, says that "when you hit something that hard and fast, the only thing you ever need to say is, "I hit it."  If you have time, this entire routine is priceless, but for the reference mentioned about, go to the 24:07 mark.

Using the logic garnered above, today was hot.  I managed to make my run, but wow...I sweat like I haven't sweat in years.  It was like the air outside enveloped my like a glove, I could feel it almost press against me as I walked toward my run.  In all honesty, I was excited.  But, boy howdy, was it a rough run today!...I almost called it quits after a mile.  As if the heat alone wasn't oppressive enough, I was made fun of during my run today.  Oddly, it didn't bother me.  As I was running between the half and three-quarter mile mark, I passed a group of three younger girls.  After I passed them, one of them decided to keep pace with me.  I think I did a good job just ignoring her, she didn't try to speak to me and if she was doing anything to further mock me, I didn't notice, nor did I really care to.  Eventually she stopped and all went back to normal...except, I couldn't get out of my head the sound her feet made as she was running next to me.  All I could think of was, "Good God, you're gonna kill your shins if you keep running flat footed like that!"  Meh.  It was over and I was still going...until I came back around for my second lap only find the same group girls walking in opposite direction, which meant they were facing me this time.  It was harder to ignore them as I approached.  I guess it was the same girl as before, but I really don't know which of the three was trying to keep pace with me earlier, so this guess is merely that.  But, this girl started mimicking me as I approached and then made little effort to get out of my way as I passed the group.  I heard them say something as I ran past them.  Whatever.  I was having a hard enough time just running so I didn't really have the energy to give them the rise they were trying to get out of me.  Sorry, girls.

And while it may seem this event really bothered me as I'm devoting almost an entire blog post to it, it really didn't.  It was just the only thing of any interest that happened on my run. 

It does make me wonder why people heckle people who are running.  I've had people yell out their car windows at me that I'm running too slow, or that I'm fat...well, yeah.  Why the hell do you think I'm running?  How am I gonna get faster or thinner if I don't?  Am I running slow?  Probably, but you're just bringing it on yourself that I'm the one that's actually doing something about it.  Any moron can honk a horn, shout obscenities out a window, or find any other way to try to humiliate those of us working to make ourselves better people.  All you do by doing what you do is proving how right we are.  Karma is real, folks.  Be wary of it.

"Start with the part where Jayne gets knocked out by a 90-pound girl 'cause... I don't think that's ever getting old."