Still only one run this week, but the weekend is here and today is a half day. There will be running.
Wherein we cast labels on people
Xenia thinks she finally has me pegged after my confession: "I think we've been wrong all these years. You're not a hippie, you're a hipster. So, how many Apple products do you own?"
Answer: Don't you know I'm too old to be a hipster?
Sure, I'll admit to sharing some similar sensibilities as those skinny jeans wearing, white belt clad, PBR drinking, ironic trucker hat adorned youngsters, but I grew up in the 1980s and '90s, where today's hipsters were called "alternative."
I'm what happens when those people grow up, get a job, stop drinking terrible beer and start wearing more comfortable jeans.
I jokingly referred to this as being a "Yupster" — i.e., Yuppy + Hipster — but "Yepster" sounds less lamestream.
And it's my wife who has all the Apple products. I only have an iPod, which I just got last Christmas.
Jamoosh is worried that my speed is taking flight: "Great. Now that you are fast, I can't visit you. Guess I'll go visit some sloths in Wisconsin instead."
Answer: Nonsense. I still need to take you to Akron's breweries. If you're that worried about it, I'll go barefoot and see how many rocks and tree roots I can kick.
Happy Hour arrives early today, teammates! Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!