My friend and I ran 10 of our 18 miler and hung out at a coffeeshop for the rest of the time.
Right now, this is just one factor contributing to my overall bad mood. Every song on my playlist seems to be only two steps removed from some disappointment in my life.
Listening to: Elvis Costello - The Other Side of Summer (Despite the contradiction and confusion; Felt tragic without reason; Theres malice and theres magic in every season)
Don't comment. Just F-off.
- added later
Okay, maybe not everything in the world sucks. Today at the coffeeshop, we got to spend some time with one of our club's prime sources of inspiriation, Marcie, 82 year olds and still gets herself and her coffee to the marathon finish several times a year.
She told us a story about when she was in the hospital, and one of the nurses, who herself was already 50+ years old, remembered being taught in 6th grade by Marcie when she was a girl. Marcie asked her, "when you were in my class, did you ever think that there'd be a time in the future when you'd see my boobs?"
I think I'll be okay in a couple days. I had only 2 hours of sleep yesterday, although I did have fun on Friday, with some nice Chinese food, and kicking some peoples' asses in mini-golf.
Sorry about the F-off thing.