17 hours ago
"...In the end, people either have excuses or experiences; reasons or results; buts or
brilliance. They either have what they wanted or they have a detailed list of all the rational reasons why not."
~ Anonymous (taken from Matt Erbele's, It Takes Time to Get Good)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Ah, the smell of urine in the morning!
As Jane can attest, I don't live in the greatest neighborhood. It isn't awful, and it is surrounded by nicer neighborhoods but if you want TOTALLY NUDE GIRLS or a massage at 11 o'clock at night with "parking in the back" my hood is the place to be.
Hey, I am a teacher, in California, that owns a house. It is what it is.
This does however create an interesting running environment since I run at 4 in the morning. I usually run two 2.1 mile loops around my neighborhood and for the most part I can stay within the residential area which is quite nice. Older homes, mostly older people and young families, like I said pretty nice. But there is one 0.6 mile stretch where I have to venture into Pervertland.
I hang a right at the liquor/adult video and "toy" store and proceed up Degenerate Row (not the real name of the street, but added for effect). Sometimes I see the girls getting off work from the Pink Poodle, but usually I am alone. This morning while running by the sketchy alley that already gives me the creeps (and according to Garmin makes for my fastest splits. Fear, the great motivator) I catch a whiff of what is unmistakably NOT cat urine, but sugary, 'I drink so much my kidneys are spilling glucose', Bum urine. ICK!
Fortunately the fine specimen that had produced the urine was not still hanging around.
It was a great run. My first since the 50K, but I could have done without the Bum urine.