Let It All Out

Frustration has consumed my running life since the marathon. So now you're going to hear about it.

• My hip injury has subsided and been replaced with a groin twinge. I'm tired of running three miles one day and having to take a couple days off to heal. So, I'm not going to any more. Sorry, pal, toughen up.
• Drivers, stop flashing your brights at me. I see you just fine and I'm nimble enough to dodge your shitty driving.
• Why don't you try that other lever on the steering column and use your blinkers so I at least have a clue that you're about to turn in front of me?
• But thank you for that half turn and stop, which let me know I should slow down, walk, then stop altogether. Oh, you were stopping for me? No, you go ahead. This is my seven-ninths of a mile rest point anyway.
  
• Stupid autumn and its stupid falling leaves that cover up stupid fallen tree branches that make me trip and look stupid.
• Hey, wino, would you mind smashing your bottle of Wild Irish Rose elsewhere? The glass sometimes gets stuck in my sole.
• It would be nice if the Northern Hemisphere tilted back toward the sun. I really don't have as much expendable cash as you might think to spend on more reflective running gear or a headlamp for night running.
• My running is not at marathon training level, but my appetite still is.
  
• I'm still waiting for my 10 K.
• The weather ... well, the weather has been pretty nice actually.
  

That is all. For now.