Le Pew

Last weekend, Kent and I took a quick trip to NYC both to get away and also to do some fabric shopping. We knew several of the stores would be closed because they aren’t open on Saturdays, but enough were open to make the trip worth our while.

As we drove to the airport, I had that niggling feeling that I’d forgotten something but couldn’t figure out what it was until we were sitting on the plane: my deodorant! Well Kent travels with his own toiletries so I knew I could just use his, although he uses Tom’s and I didn’t care for Tom’s all that much.

Well my opinion has now been amended to intense dislike, so intense that I would be better off not using anything than resorting to Tom’s. Yuuuuuuuuuuuck. Not only does it feel slimy going on, it irritated the heck out of my skin and made me smell bad/weird. Look, after all these years on the planet and after all the sweaty runs I’ve done, I know what my sweat smells/stinks like and this wasn’t it. I would catch a sniff and think a stranger was getting way into my personal space only to realize, no – that’s me.

It took a couple of days to get the lingering aftereffects of that nastiness removed from my pits, but all is right again in my personal grooming world.

First world problems, I know.

If you want it, here it is

I’ve gone on and on about how I generally won’t run when the temperature is below 20°F (the exception being if it’s close to 20 and not windy). So when I do get some better running weather, I feel obligated to take advantage of it.

Case in point is this week. Now normally I’d run every other day. But looking at the lows for each day – because I run early in the morning, when the low temp applies – it’s clear that I can run today and tomorrow and then forget about it until . . . well I don’t know when. Nothing looks promising on the long range forecast.

So I’ll run today and probably tomorrow too. It’s not ideal but it’s the only chance I have.