7. Running, weather, various calamities

Shit:

1. My favorite pen at work ran out of ink. The bookstore does not carry replacement ink cartridges.


2. Recently I have lost all of the following:


1. two pairs of sunglasses


2. a vintage 5 Valleys 5K series commemorative sweatshirt from the inaugural year of the series (2007) (and if you've read my essay about last year's running season [pg. 5] you understand how heartbroken I am about this)


3. one (1) pink Planetary Design Double Shot french press coffee mug (stolen!) (PINK)


4. my car keys, rendering my car unusable except as a planter or other decorative item (a largish problem)


5. $5


3. They raised the coffee prices at the market and I was ten cents short this morning.


4. I got hit by a car today on my way to work.

Not shit:

1. They gave me my coffee anyway.


2. Yesterday I had ice cream.


3. Insomniatrical moments are coming at 6 a.m. these days instead of 4 a.m.


4. Not dead yet.

I did not do the 15K yesterday because that's when I discovered I'd lost my car keys and there I was, stranded in the lower Rattlesnake while the race was taking place far away at Blue Mountain. I often casually lose my car keys, finding them after an easy lighthearted search, but this time they're not anywhere a smart person would put them. I've checked pockets. I've checked the refrigerator and the freezer. I looked in the car and under the car. I looked in my mailbox. Gone. And seriously, crap! because my car has been costing me an arm and a leg lately (new power steering rack + insurance + registration + loan payments + gas = tons of dollars) and now I can't even use it and I don't even drive the bastard (raddest car in Montana!) anyway except to go to Sandpoint. I love my car and if I sold it I'd be selling a piece of my soul (histrionics) but my checkbook would be better off and Microsoft Money would stop shouting at me every time I do my finances (once or twice in a blue moon).

This weekend I: went to First Friday and briefly saw my dear old friends Jordon and Xtino, ran a 10K and got a certificate stating that I'm probably just about the fastest person ever, took a nap and a half, drank two (2) Dr. Peppers, finished one book and nearly finished another (which I've been reading for the last 6 months), ate about four (4) lunches in two days, went to bed early, had a dream that I was a little boy whose dad had died (it was sad and woke me up), ran alone on the Kim Williams trail instead of doing an awesome race at Blue Mountain, cleaned out my stupid bathroom, painted so much my forearms are sore, drilled and hammered, scoured out my sink, washed about 9,000 dishes, took a shower (or two).

Forecast for today: sunny and 77. It's still pretty shocking that summer is over and I'm still incredibly angry and/or pissed about it, but yesterday was a really nice day and today is looking to be that way again. Fall is nice - I like fall a lot, I just hate the end of summer.

I suppose I could start wearing my helmet when I ride my bike.