Ugh.
I don't FEEL like it. I don't. I try but I don't. But I have to. But I don't like it.
So, I drug myself out to Sheridan Rd this morning at about 6 AM. I'm stiff. I'm not really awake. I get to the corner of Sheridan and Barry to cross and a cab pulls up into the crosswalk right in front it me. I'm dressed in running pants, shirt and running jacket. Bears hat and my shuffle stuffed into my ears. The driver looks at me expectantly with eyebrows raised. . .
"DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT A FUCKING CAB?"
He drives off.
Actually after that I had a pretty good 2 miler! Morning everyone and sorry to the cab driver.
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