According to my site stats, my most popular posts have involved football, bunions and that dead baby from Trainspotting.
You people are weird (and yes, I do mean YOU PEOPLE in THAT WAY).
It kind of bugs me that when I bang out a particularly eloquent post about some new beer I tried and it’s not nearly as popular as the posts where I mention Pauly D or some other vague (and overrated) pop-culture phenomenon. But what are ya gonna do?
With that in mind, here’s something particularly not eloquent:
Right now, I think I would like to take a run.
Of course, I can’t right now. It’s lunch time and I’m at work.
I have run at the gym a handful of times during my lunch hour, and while it achieves the desired result, it also always just stresses me out.
I have to hurry over there, run, shower and wash my hair (I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t get out of washing my hair after running; I have some long ass hair and I sweat entirely too much) and I have to get dressed (which is annoying when you’re still damp and in a hurry) and head back to work. And maybe try to eat. (And then there’s the hassle of remembering to bring a towel, soap, etc.) Thus, I’ve given up on the lunch time workouts.
So I am forced by virtue of having a day job to wait until after work to go on my run. (Or get up at the butt crack and run before work, but we’ve already discussed how that often goes.) And I just don’t know how I’m going to feel at the end of the day.
Generally around the lunch hour, I begin to get antsy from sitting at my desk and banging away at ye olde keyboard all morning long, and I begin to stare longingly out the window at the street and sky beyond and daydream about running.
Sidenote: I don’t have a window to the outside world in my office; I have a window to the outside hallway. (And it doesn’t even have blinds on it, so when I want to change into my running clothes I have to go in the bathroom just like all the other plebeians.) But, if I roll my chair a few inches to the right and crane my neck, I can see over the reception desk out the front door, and there’s just a little patch of visible outside.
But at the end of the day, I’m usually just over it. Why go for a run when it’s so much easier to pour a drink and putz around the kitchen in my pajamas making dinner in no particular hurry?
So, yeah. I don’t know where I’m going with this but the main idea is that I’d like to run right now and I can’t. And while we’re liking things, I’d also like to not have a job.
Don’t worry, I’ll let you know what happens.