Dr. Sheehan once said, “The difference between a jogger and a runner is an entry blank.” I think he meant that it’s that moment you get serious. And you’re plenty serious. (plus, in “Running & Being,” the Official Bible of Running, he uses the two interchangeably. I’m not sure when the word took on a negative connotation. But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to talk about me.)
The temperature for today’s run was 95 degrees. That’s not the bad part. The wind chill inex was 102. But that’s not the bad part. The wind was 16 mph. Still, not the bad part. 4 miles on the jackalope course (12:56). The E. coli warning is still in effect, so I couldn’t even splash myself with water from the toilet at the Cole Park amphitheater. Not the bad part. Come to think of it, that might’ve been the GOOD part. The bad part?
YOU CAN’T BUY A SLUSH MONKEY IN THIS GODFORSAKEN HELLHOLE TODAY!!!!!
It has become a sacred tradition on hot-run days to cool off with the icy delight of a Coke slush monkey, with a dash of cherry and sometimes a hint of the mystery flavor of the day. 32 ounces of straight sugar guaranteed to negate whatever health benefits might have occurred during the run. But not today. No water, no slush monkeys. I’m guessing there’s a bootleg market somewhere, but I don’t have any boots. Where are your boots when I need them!!!! I had planned to drive to San Antonio after today’s run, but apparently all of my colleagues have fallen victim to the plague, so I get to work. Mine is a sad existence. Please overnight mail me an Icee ASAP. Thanks!
side note: We had Slurpees on the way to Burnet for Mo’s birthday. WAY better. And eight flavors!