Yesterday was a busy day. We started by running the Teb's Troops March on Melanoma 5K on the lakefront. Because of various issues related to the UTI I had earlier in the month, I hadn't run at all in two weeks, so I had no idea how I'd fare. The weather conditions were less than ideal, too. Temps were cool enough (mid 70's) but the sun was bright (nasty, nasty sun-- especially along the lakefront) and the humidity was in the 80% range. They switched the course last minute--- usually it goes south and back, but they changed it to a northern course. And I was wearing an even-numbered bib, which I hate. Sigh. But the first mile felt very, very good and I felt the familiar euphoria set in. Finished it in 9:32, which is tremendous for me (I'm a slower than average runner). Second mile, I was still clockin' along at a 10:18 pace. That's when the bottom dropped out. Legs and back felt fine, but the heat was starting to get to me and my breathing was off. So I slowed. Walked in places. The third mile or so was a disappointing 11:45. Official results aren't in yet, but according to my Garmin, I finished in 32:19. Ahhhh, not my best but given the circumstances, I'll take it. Teresa, however, placed second overall in the women's race. She's lightning fast, but not arrogant or snooty about it. Go Teresa!
After a quick shower, it was off again to see the movie "Orphan." Sitting in front of us was a woman with... what?!... a little boy probably 5 or 6 years old. I'm not sure, but I don't think it's very good parenting to allow your small child to see another small child character graphically bludgeon a nun to death with a hammer-- among other things. Mother of the Year helpfully placed her hands over the kid's eyes and ears to spare him from the horror onscreen, but the kid was loudly wimpering. After a glare from me and a not-subtle comment, they moved further down the aisle. Now the little boy could be further terrified by the next scene of gore and could distract and annoy other appropriately-aged viewers. After about 45 minutes they left the theater, hopefully to see the flick about the talking guinea pigs. This is one of the many reasons why I don't go to the movies very often. People can be so stupid.
Finally, we hit Taste of Lincoln Avenue. Again, more stupid people, this time wall-to-wall drunk Lincoln Park Trixies. After eating some very bad potato pancakes and some very tasty chicken pot stickers, we settled in to watch 7th Heaven. You remember my crushes?! About halfway through the show, Keith took off his shirt. He's very small in stature... very young looking. But his skin's perfect. I was mentally reviewing my artist's anatomy syllabus to identify all of the clearly defined muscles and bones in his torso. But... gosh, he's little. I wasn't sure whether I should be lusting after him or offering him a sippy cup and a teddy bear.
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