Two offers to go drinking today on this sixth day of the sixth month of 2006. 6-6-6... oooooooooh, faced with another decision of whether to carbo-load on beer, or go run, or do both.
I declined (actually it's more like snuck away) on the invitation that could conceivably further my career, and opted instead to hang out with my sister and one of my oldest friends in the world. We go back more than 20 years. Before meeting up with them, I did my somewhat regular Tuesday body sculpt class after work. Then I considered running, though that would've made me late for the gathering at the Red Room, which by the way, I don't think the room was actually red. I decided I'd take it easy at the bar, and go for a run a bit after 8.
Of course, when you're sharing a pitcher of sangria, laughing your way down memory lane, and waiting for a plate of quesadillas that would never arrive, you tend to lose track of time.
I didn't make it home for 8. More like 9, and the sunlight was gone. I was rapidly losing interest in doing this run, possibly because crankiness was rising as I was getting hungrier, having had one vegetarian cold roll, and some pita and hummus, while at the Red Room. But at least I went easy on the pitcher, meaning I was still capable of running in a straight line. CMan, ever the sweetie, says that I should run inside, instead of going outside just so nothing will happen to me.
So down to the condo gym I went. Treadmill 3.6miles; then went to the indoor/outdoor track for another mile. Converted to kilometers? 6.6K.
Coincidence?
And now about to watch Omen III.
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