I’m never alone on my morning runs.
There’s the older woman with the two massive dogs she walks every morning. We’ve gotten to the point where we now say “hello” in passing.
The garbage man, who hopefully doesn’t get too offended when I cross to the other side of the street when I see him because that truck puts off an odor that covers a 50-foot radius.
A few other crazy runners who are huffing and puffing in the humidity with me. We normally exchange a nod and a smile that confirms we’re relieved to not be the only crazies out there.
And a baby possum.
Sure, I’ve gotten used to the massive families of rabbits.
And yes, as gross as it is, I’ve become accustomed to the possibility that I’ll run across a rat or two every once in a while. This IS the city, after all.
But a baby possum?
Both of us were clearly surprised to see each other. Both of us froze. And then both of us ran erratically in opposite directions.
Baby or not, those things scare the bejeezus out of me. Being reminded of the massive mutant-sized ones that would hiss and run towards me if I ran across one back in Mid-MO.
Or at least that’s how I remember it. That was 10 years ago… so… maybe I’m exaggerating just a bit.
But they did hiss. And they weren’t scared.
When it comes to baby “P”, I never looked back. Hopefully he made it across the street ok. As a baby, he shouldn’t have been doing so without parental supervision.
Luckily, I was so speedy due to all the carb loading.
Yes. Carb loading. Because I’ve bought this bag of pitas at Trader Joe’s.
Normally, when it comes to bread and stuff that spoils relatively quickly, I offer it to my roommate to help me finish it before it goes bad. And vice versa. It’s a nice system.
But we’ve gotten to the point where we’ve lived together for so long that our cravings have synced.I hear that happens with girls. But usually it’s more about the hormones and a spike in tampon activity. Who woulda thought it would have crossed over to appetites, too?
Now it needs to be said that I heart Trader Joe’s. I heart their breads/wraps/pitas.
But they don’t stay fresh long. Which probably means there are no, or at least less, preservatives involved. Good for my body. Bad for food waste.
So we’ve been eating.
And eating pitas.
It’s amazing what you think up to throw in those things.
It’s the ZOOMA Great Lakes Kick-Off Party!
If you’re considering signing up, or just really love running, or really enjoy shopping at Fleet Feet, definitely consider stopping by! We’re partying it up with mini manicures, yoga, and gossiping about races and running and the likes. It’s like the runner’s version of happy hour.
What better way to spend your Thursday?