(Day 472 / -154 +/- ? lbs.) In The Dark It's Less Dangerous

It's Saturday so my daily routine gets a little bump into the regress zone. The kids' activities ensure that there are tons of things to do and places to go- we just start a little later than normal. The slightly cool thing is that I wasn't running in the dark. Slightly.

People know me as a fairly tolerant and accepting, kindly old cantankerous fart of a guy who rarely complains about anything-- unless it poses a minor inconvenience, bruises my sensibilities, tweaks my schedule, musses-up my OCD-ish feng-shui of spatial order, throws off my hand washing count, or touches my hair. Yeah, I'm a picnic basket of relaxed merriment alright, so long as the ants stay off the blanket. That said, and at the risk of earning the title "Mr. Malcontent", I thought I'd make a little request of those who choose to eat at the stadium (where I'm typically running in the dark).

Please, oh please, pick up after yourself. I totally understand the desire to enjoy the sunshine and "hang with yer bitches" at lunch time but c'mon, must you leave so much evidence? There are no fewer than seven trash cans arranged around the stadium stairways- and each were mostly empty this morning. The stairs themselves were adorned with loads of candy wrappers, drink cups, chunks of food-like substances, sunflower seed hulls, and spilled soda. It was a hell of a lot prettier in the dark.

I picked up and threw away the less-juicy litter that blocked my path. It was gross but I discovered that it was amazingly convenient considering how close the trash cans were to the trash. I hope that those who created the mess will soon make the same discovery.

Moving on...

I miss the weight training but am making good use of the time increasing my stamina on the track. It's amazing how much better I feel after a few laps- what a contrast to how I would have described my feelings a year ago. This month is going to be good for me.

Rock on...