Giving Up Sarcasm

Which has nothing to do with my workout. But everything to do with....me.

Cardio Day

Quick run around the park. Not just any park. our empty ghetto park. Empty because it was pouring rain and 40 degrees. So there were no sleeping homeless men, bottle collectors, pitbulls, or even squirrels. But I had my ipod taped safely to my stomach and 3 layers over that. The cold rain felt very alive against my face and made me run faster and farther. So I did.

4 loops up the mud hill in the park, followed by 5 40 yard flat sprints between the gates. I decided to keep running so I ventured into the unknown neighborhood. It started out nice, with the smell of baked cookies coming from the  row houses each painted in a different color. Then the smell of Tide. Then stale beer and cigarette smoke. And thats when I realized I ran too far. Ended up on the lower end of Quail St. where groups of "people" hung out and stopped to look and yell at the freak running in the pouring rain. (that'd be me) So I just ran faster to get back to Central Ave.

I'd say 2.5 miles total.

Back in the gym for Decline abs +25lbs x 3 x 15 and 3 x 15 pushups.

Unsarcasticly yours,
c.