So Far, So Good

Went for a run this morning, but it was short. After all the tingliness the other day I wanted to make sure everything went ok. It did. As long as I continue to feel good, I'll go for a longer run on Tuesday.

One interesting thing happened on this morning's run and I'm a bit hesitant to write about it, but...I will anyway.

As I was rounding the corner by the assisted living apartments there were a couple caretakers out smoking by the street. As usual. As I approached they drew their last lung-fulls, held it for a second and then blew toward the street and started walking back inside. I was close enough to run through the edge of their cloud and as the aroma (what a polite word for cigarette smoke) hit my senses, my memory instantly shot back to 1997. I was back at Brown in Minneapolis, reluctantly smoking with all my other radio and TV broadcasting classmates. See, if you were in radio, you smoked. We didn't just have breaks between (and during) class; we had smoke breaks. So, I took up the habit. I'd go buy a pack, smoke a couple, get convicted that it was the wrong thing to do, muster up the self-righteousness to crumple the rest of the pack and throw it away resolving never to puff again...and then repeat the process. It really was only that year (I suppose a little into 1998), but thankfully I never got addicted. Occasionally, though, I still get the urge.

Thankfully, chewing on the end of a pen usually curbs that desire.