Mine is ending much better than it started, so I have to say that is a good thing.
I woke up at 3AM because the viral demon trying to take possession of my body decided it would be fun for me to have a coughing fit.
After that, I kept hearing this steady beeping from outside. I don’t know if it was a faulty car alarm, an alarm clock next to the bed of a dead neighbor, or nearby construction crews, but I could not block it out.
The good thing about having a friend halfway around is world is that my 3AM insomnia is just a 3PM text conversation for her.
Silver linings and whatnot, am I right?
Despite not feeling well, and protests delivered via text from the other side of the world, I still hauled my butt out of bed for my morning run.
It’s good luck to go for a run on the first day or Fall, and even better luck to go for one on the first day of Autumn. Plus, I’ve got myself brainwashed into wanting to go for a run.
How did that happen, Modern Philosophers?
This morning, I had multiple excuses to blow off my run: it was 46 degrees, I was sick, and a medical professional was ordering me to stay in bed.
Screw it. Twelve weeks into my running routine, I was at a point where getting in my miles was far more important than grabbing an extra 90 minutes of sleep.
This was my view of The House on the Hill after my run. A thick, creepy fog was out in full force, and I read later that it had something to do with the cold temperatures combined with so many Mainers crying over the end of Summer.
The temperature has been in the 40s the last three mornings, which is a sharp change from the weekend. It’s usually been about 65 degrees when I go for my run, and it was only recently that I couldn’t sleep because it was so damn hot.
Summer is over and things change quickly in Maine.
So observant. A gold star for him.
I put another 3 miles under my toga, and something about the fog just made the run seem a little easier.
I was probably so distracted watching for Ghosts of Leper Pirates leaping at me out of the fog, that I barely noticed I was exercising and breaking a sweat.
After waking up to 46 degrees and fog so thick I could barely see my fat shadow, it is now 73 degrees and a perfect Summer night.
I don’t get it, but I am certainly not complaining.
This first day of Autumn also brought me a little award presented by the company’s CEO. Apparently, they like it when you stick around for 5 years and they give you a fancy certificate and pin and allow you to shake the big guy’s hand.
I was under the impression that I’d be eligible for parole after serving 5 years, but apparently, today was just an awards ceremony rather than a meeting with the parole board. Damn!
My voice has been coming and going all day (much to the delight of many!), I’ve had a nagging cough, and my head has been pounding with more than Deep Thoughts.
So, I relented on the way home and stood in the cough/cold aisle for a good ten minutes. Hopefully, being that close to all that medicine will have me feeling better in no time!
Yogi Berra died yesterday. While Yogi’s playing days were before my time, I do remember him as a manager, and my Dad would regale me with stories of his prowess. Plus, it’s hard to be a fan of the Yankees, or baseball in general, and not know about Yogi Berra.
It’s not over ’til it’s over, Yogi, and I’m sorry the end had finally come.
You will be missed! My Yankees cap is off to you tonight…