Dear Diary,
Well, I survived the 10K & 5K this morning. I very nearly can't move at the moment, but I did lose another pound in the process. That makes me happy in addition to the fact that the race tshirt is quite possibly my favorite of any races I've done.
The race itself was enjoyable for the sheer fact that there was a sheriff who was particularly attractive and quite chatty. It was perhaps the smallest race I've ever attended as far as participants are concerned and well along the course, the pack had thinned out quite a bit. I had this particular sheriff to myself 3 times along the way. (He switched posts that many times between the 2 races). We chatted about how running is a mental sport at times. He did a lot of smiling, and we joked about the route directions for the course. It's moments like that when I wish I brought a camera with me on the run. But alas, I have no photos to share with you of the handsome officer.
Meanwhile, I'm getting excited about the Cincinatti trip just 5 days away and my date with Radar on Friday night. We're gonna hit the movies, at the "lux" level. That should be a fun experience as we don't have anything like that here. And the movies are usually a good catalyst for our relationship. Did I ever tell you how we got together in the first place?
It was during a screening of The Mask of Zorro at the Student Union. Somehow we ended up accidently holding hands. I still have no idea how that accidently happens, but it wasn't the only time it happened with us. And it's cute, I think. A fun memory. Especially because we were with a huge group of people and in the middle of the movie, the film melted and we didn't get to see the rest of it. Lights came on, people chatted and milled around until discovering that was it for the evening. We sat awkward and embarrased and tried to be normal around the rest of our friends who had no idea. And then we all walked home. I remember that night very vividly.
But I wonder what I will remember tomorrow...
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