heartbreak and jealousy, pt. I

On the way back from my evening run, as my thoughts slowly began to re-emerge from the grasp of a cold- and exercise-induced haze, I idly examined my mailbox. Before me was a UPS Next Day Air document envelope. Expecting nothing of the sort, I squinted through my fogged glasses to examine the sender’s address.

The envelope was from “PRESIDENTIAL INAUGURAL COMMITT” on Louisiana Ave NW, Washington DC.

Holy shit! Speechless! A dream come true! I couldn’t believe my luck.

So I examined the destination address. The intended recipient lives in the apartment directly below mine. As I put it back, I reminded myself that disappointment makes way for opportunity. Here in Boston, the inaugural festivities are slated to include ice skating and commemorative burgers at Bartley’s (three patties make it “historically large,” but despite being served with no toppings it will arrive “smothered in hype.”)

KERaven (January 17, 2009)

“your evening run”?
1. Is this the new single Scottocus who runs?
2. Isn’t is f’ing cold outside?!
3. How fast do you run–maybe we can run together sometime, but I bet you’re way faster than me.
Scott (January 18, 2009)

I’ve been running for a couple of years now. As it turns out, I prefer running in the cold to running in the heat. It starts to get uncomfortable when temperatures hit single digits (when snot begins to freeze inside the nose), but that’s not too common around here.

I’m not very fast. My “fast” pace is probably about 7:00.
KERaven (January 24, 2009)

Well, unfortunately you can’t run with me, because I run a 10:00 min/mile on a good day, and 12 on a bad day. And have never run a 7 min/mi in my life.