The run this morning was great. Good running weather, only -2 degrees, the footing was good (especially compared to last week) and the rebellion went off acceptably. The map at the front of the store today showed the 23km route as taking us through downtown and offering spectacular views of the river valley. However, the person in charge of the marathon clinic wanted people to do the god-d@3n winter route. The route that offers no spectacular views and I am totally sick of. Her reasoning was that it was too easy to get lost with the other route. So, planting the seeds of rebellion, I successfully got the run changed to the downtown route while her back was turned. We did get a bit lost, but nothing too serious.
She was upset when we met up with her at brunch, but I feel no guilt. Variety is the spice of life.
During the brunch I noticed a girl sitting alone reading a Piers Anthony Xanth novel. I haven’t read a Xanth novel in over a decade (I found them targeted for a younger audience than I was), but I was still familiar with the series. So I spent half an hour sucking up the courage to approach and talk to her. I eventually did, so I don’t have to feel bad about missed opportunities. I just talked briefly about the series. I have no idea what her name is, but I still look at this as an accomplishment. I talked to a girl I didn’t know!
I talked to my sister today. She was feeling depressed over having one night at the bar which was like every night at the bar for me. I cheered her up. It always helps someone’s mood to see that there is someone more pathetic than they are.