Let me just start out with this declaration:  I am SO not doing my streaks at 5:30 p.m. anymore.  As soon as it cools the heck off.  The thing is, I’m out exercising to release tension, to add to my health and to just be in peace.  Instead, I’m frustrating myself fighting over the sidewalk with stupid people and their stupid dogs.  Call me impatient, I don’t care.  They annoy me and they are all out at 5:30 because they just got home from work.  Either I’ll be streaking after work and picking up Noah sweaty (as if he cares) at 1:00 in the afternoon when it’s the hottest, or I’m going after homework and missing my husband coming home and walking in sweaty (my husband doesn’t deserve that).  Okay declaration over.

MONDAY

Listening to:  Separate From the World, audio book

Nothing to say.  I walked, ran, walked, ran, got home and showered.  The end.

TUESDAY

Listening to:  Separate From the World, audio book

I’ve mentioned before the lady with the two tiny dogs and the dog stroller?  Today she had one in each hand, both running all over, while she was pushing the empty stroller and trying to get control of both dogs.  Then, to my happiness (because she was on a side street and didn’t get in my way at all), the dogs started to fight.  There this stupid woman stood, on a hill, trying to keep the dog stroller from sliding down the street while her two little dogs fought and tangled themselves up in their leashes.  Fantastic.

WEDNESDAY

Listening to:  iTunes shuffle

Today I almost died.  Seriously.  I was running down Haigh and got to the corner of Ramona.  This corner is the bottom of two hills; Haigh and  Ramona.  Every time I approach this corner I slow down a bit and look up the street to make sure nobody is coming because many people have a habit of hauling ass down the street and rolling into the turn – never actually stopping.  Danger!!  Today I got to the corner and touched down on the decline to the sidewalk just as a 45 or 50-year-old man came flying to the corner in his brand-new souped up black twin cab truck.  I didn’t get a chance to see if it was Chevy or Ford.  As I placed my foot on the decline I was less than 2 feet from the open passenger window, where his son sat.  I yelled into the car, “HI!” and then quickly adjusted my route, turning to the left to go around the back of the truck, which was now over the STOP line to the back seat.  As I turned to pass behind the truck THAT’S when he decided to stop and I ran into the bed, slamming my shoulder into the side.  Then I was really pissed and yelled, “DICK!!” but continued on my run, not looking back.  I wanted to find his truck and leave a note saying, “Dear Mid-Life Crisis:  1.  Pedestrians/runners ALWAYS have the right of way.  2.  Runners can race down a street and then cross side streets without even stopping (see #1).  3.  Mid-Life Crisis vehicles cannot speed down the street because there’s this thing called a speed limit that legally is supposed to be abided by.  4.  When stopping at a stop sign, no part of your vehicle should be over the line; not the grill, not the tires, not the front seat and not the back seat.  4.  Rolling stops are actually illegal.  5.  There is such thing as vehicular manslaughter.

THURSDAY

Listening to:  P!nk, “The Truth About Love”

I walked right after work today, at 1:15.  FanTASTIC.  Nobody else was there.  No dogs.  No old people.  Just a stress-out-Allie breeze, but that was only disturbing for one section.  The only bad part of my run…oh this is hard to talk about…I’m so distracted and obsessed…as I ran around the final corner there it was.  A perfect red M&M just lying there on the sidewalk.  It looked clean and bright.  I’m sure whoever dropped it had just done so.  It practically qualified for the 5 second rule!!  I really wanted that M&M but I left it.

I wonder if it’s still there.

No I don’t.  No sugar!!